I started another book last week. The book was quite confusing, the prose was too poetic and I couldn’t really understand it. An acquaintance told me that it was like that at first and later the brain would adjust to the style. Therefore, earlier, I continued reading slowly this time; it becomes easier and the poetic lines gives off vivid mental images. The main character is now sick, he saw something horrendous, and couldn’t stop thinking about it. He has started pondering, he’s doubting his reality, his already extinguished fire is slowly reigniting. Suddenly his boss appeared, and saw that light on his eyes, he knew what was happening as he has gone through the same process. After some pause, he is telling him the origin of everything. As the meaning behind of the book's title was starting to reveal itself… someone frenetically started ringing my home bell. My delivery arrived.