Chapter 8
The worms wriggled along my body in search of native soil. They left cold mucus on my skin as if the wet mud had spat them out precisely for this purpose. How many of them? Hundreds? It seemed that there were thousands... Exactly – they ate my disgust and bathed in my cold sweat, freezing from time to time to feel my shuddering. I had sat motionless for over half an hour already, trying to control my thoughts. Today I promised myself to meditate more profoundly and longer than usual – and the worms seemed to have decided to ruin my plan. Irritation ran through my veins like a current, arguing with the concentration for the right to own me. I imagined that they were not there, my cold, slick guests. If it did not work – I would convince myself that they were born with me and alwa
