The Last Supper ( footnote ):
It feels like I went back in time,
two months, when I go back into this room again.
Like the feeling of sickness re-entering the body,
The overwhelmth of amazement when something happends exactly twice.
The experience all the elders are talking about.
And then going to a different bed and sleeping the same, and hungry again.
Nothing important or holy in my last meal.
© Nadav Yama