““Whenever I have some free time I wonder about what Herr Silverman might be hiding, and I try to unlock his mystery in my mind, creating all sorts of suicide-inducing scenarios, inventing his past. Some days I have his parents beat him with clothes hangers and starve him. Other days his classmates throw him to the ground and kick him until he’s wet with blood, at which point they take turns pissing on his head. Sometimes he suffers from unrequited love and cries every single night alone in his closet clutching a pillow to his chest.””
