Eraserhead

This man is being dismembered like a doll. His skin is pinched up like the rubber skin of a doll, a knife is pressed in, then turned until long or short strips of skin can be removed. Like the joints of a doll, the elbows, the knees, the ankles are taken apart.The men who dismember this man work hard. When they are not working, they sit at board games or cards and they are preoccupied with turning of cards, the counting of spots on markers. When they win, they are satisfied and they are angry when the spots don't add to advantage. They enjoy company. They joke and laugh; loud and soft, they gossip. When their very young children say things that seem clever, they are startled and proud. Some love beautiful things, some can't and just like pretty things. They are dumbstruck by the beauty of certain persons. They touch their skin, the skin like silk, the silk like still water. They long for the act of physical love. They love comfort. In Winter, they burrow the counterpane. When summer sweat drips in their eyes, they curse. They feel pain before they pinch the candle.These men dismember another man. They are disgusted by this work but it's THEIR work.