All normal expectations went by the board and my daily habits were disrupted by a sense of ever-spreading all-consuming chaos which rendered the future unpredictable, the past unrecallable and ordinary life so haphazard that I simply assumed that whatever could be imagined might come to pass. That if there was only one door in a building it would no longer open, that wheat would grow head downwards into the earth not out of it, and that, since I could only note the symptoms of disintegration, the reasons for it remained unfathomable and inconceivable. There was nothing I could do except to get a tenacious grip on anything that was still tangible.
