a demon is not ugly, but his world is. he makes the world
ugly by creasing his eyes.
a silly beast, a wicked violent and pathetic
monster! a snarl that knows no master. a
cornered god. who will come?
who would dare brave his infinite eyes and
a young girl of eight, in a grey dress runs bare-
foot toward him. the heat of his body burns
the flowers from her hands, and she smiles:
what is wrong my love, love, love? she asks to
the sparks fly upwards and whirl in her hair
and he remembers.