Meaning For Slave Bracelet

This wall has never been so white ...

these shadows flee I see around me. Through their faces with their eyes, hole eyes.
Do not stop, continue to go through and trampled feet. Do not make me space. I choke, I shake and I push against them. Yet the square view from here has never been so strong. Snapshot. Perhaps all properties. Maybe it's all so quick to jump behind the time.

What I just did not. It is not blood, not dust. It is not life, not death. Neither beginning nor end. Neither right nor wrong. I could not call it liberation, not I call it a cage. And 'anything that might not be. It 's all that is hard to take shape, because a form you should give it to him when you see it all so at the mercy of the movements of others. Hard to explain.
I move.
There is only a little water to wet 'lips. I can not swallow.
Gino says that sharing makes reality, what is not ... and then all this I see, you see, around me is a big fuss, a hornets' nest, a gas chamber ... A quiver
tells me it's time to go back ... back ... but only to evoke this vision.

I do not claim that my speech becomes a reality. There can be no sharing when you are the passive observer of your folly.

Contribution of view: the cover of the book "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk, First Anchor Books Edition, 2002