“I was transformed into a hole, a void of some kind, and my every endeavour, every effort, was bent to stopping, filling and silencing this bottomless, evermore clamorous void. I had eyes for that alone, my entire intellect could serve that alone, my every act was directed to that.” (Imre Kertes, Fateless, p.162, 2017, Vintage: London)
(I’m repurposing here, not claiming equivalence, of course!)
Middle-aged Male Anorexic 