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"Dissolution and accumulation. Proliferation and fragmentation. The feeling of myself obliterating and the reverberation from the invisible universe. What were they? I was often troubled by a thin silk-like greyish-colored veil that came to envelop me...I lost the sense of time, speed and distance, and of how to tak with people. I ended up locking myself in a room. Thus I turned into a more manageable, 'worthless child'."
(Yayoi Kusama, The Struggle and Wanderings of My soul, 1975.)