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“[My mother]experienced those domestic travails with a lunatic intensity. And I am her now…the bacteria of psychosis is incubated in that electrical deterioration of the transmission of reality…And I become a museum of scarcity, of silence, of solitude, of suicide, of seclusion, and of suffering. For my mother and me, life had, has, no plot. Nothing was happening.”