the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part IX
now it came to pass the days when the city's doors and windows were all boarded and shut up - for the days to come. these days, of which the people suffered, never did come. and this is only because the doll, scraggily and lightfooted, was too nice. and as hours, which felt like mere moments, fled from the sun, the doll remained where she sat. no one touched her. no one talked to her. no one even moved. all was still. all was quiet. all was good. and then, as she flinched, a breath could be heard; "...you can't get comfortable and you sweat and you're boiling hot. you pour with sweat. and your nose dribbles and then all of a sudden, you get the colds. and the sweat turns to fucking ice on you. and you put a jumper on and then you're boiling hot again. and then you get cold again. like you just can't win. and you lie down and that's not comfortable. so you sit up and that's not comfortable. it just drives you insane..."