Windowless rooms always frightened him, the thought that this room could be anywhere, at the center of the earth, floating alone in space, inside the cellular automata of a small dung beetle.
Can’t this operation happen somewhere else?
He had a hernia. Surely the operation could be done in a room with windows. Sunlight wouldn’t ruin anything. They were asking him to count backwards.
He felt the tug of a razor as it stripped away the hair on his belly.