To name is to praise, said the girl (eighteen, a poet, long hair). The hour of the ambulance parked in the alley. The medic stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe, then lumbered forward like a bear. I wish those miserable people in the windows would turn out the lights and go to sleep. Who was the first human being to look out a window? (Applause.) People are tired, it wouldn’t surprise me if one of these days they greeted us with a hail of bullets. I guess a monkey. I can’t string two words together. I can’t express myself coherently or write what I want. I should probably give up everything and go away, isn’t that what Teresa of Avila did? (Applause and laughter.)

Roberto Bolaño, Antwerp