He has no memory,
and what he sees is that nothing is happening…
only life itself — pigeons on terraces,
hot dinners, urchins in a field.
He wants something, anything, to happen
that will change all this.
Walking, later, through the ruined village,
he says over and over, This is real.
But he doesn't believe that, either.
They are lying there, they are dead.
He just doesn't believe it.
He still wants something to happen.