Nippon got thinking of his life-indulging in his calculated confession with his conscience and subconscious, crisscrossing with those alternate voices, -sitting still in that truck for hours, - he deliberated on his esteem, his liberation, his immunity to judgment, or to be judged. In many ways life held a silence, a deafening, an ache he told himself, feeling as if he lived in a primeval woods not a modern day city, with heavy threats, and pigheadedness in the hearts of many, if not snobbery, as he presupposed the Cro-Magnon man might have felt had he had time to visit Lima, in his space and time for a month or year or decade: surely he'd feel lodged in, as in the iron works of the Eiffel Tower, unable to free himself. But he had to live among what he called, 'The antes' the human ants, but never having understood them, life in the big city was moldy to him.

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