CHAPTER 11“The fact that this is not a known form of madness makes no difference,” Mike said. “It is madness. It’s a disintegration. I’m in a world of no fixed form—no solidity. Life can throw me anywhere it chooses. I can’t take much more of it.”
Paul Bender looked at his friend with compassion. “Things have changed?”
“They’ve gotten worse. It’s come to a point where my awareness now jumps from one splinter life to another without even coming back here for a rest. Living has become a maze for me—a guessing game. I don’t know where I’ll be from one moment to the next.”
When Mike hadn’t turned up at Bender’s home, Bender had come searching and found Mike sitting alone in his darkened living room. Mike ignored the bell until Bender had pounded on the door and insisted on being admitted.
