Rough sketch. Original snippet. An emotionless funerial procession moving in reverse, pulling the celebrant out of the ground and carrying him solemnly to his home, where he will awaken old and sickly but soon he will begin growing younger, less wise, and slowly forgetting all his skills and abilities. In distant lands, people live their lives in the other direction - that sounds backward to you and me - but no one can tell which is sadder.
"Personality is a persona, a mask. The world is a stage, the self a theatrical creation... Personality is not innate, but acquired. Like a mask, it is a thing, a fetish, a fetishistic object or commodity."