Beautiful Screaming of Pigs

I was back in a hospital bed, with a doctor sitting beside me. 'Try to describe how you feel,' he said. 'I feel dislocated,' I told him. 'Not part of life.' 'Whose life?' 'Mine. Everybody's. Life.' And the familiar sensation started up in my belly, the shaking spread into my arms. I covered my face with my hands, but I couldn't block out what I saw.' A year ago Patrick Winter, a young South Africa...