In the last months of her life, Lady Corvina was said to have gone unhinged from the pressures of life. Will we, on this side, ever really know? Recently unearthed notebooks from the Terrre di Fumane archives show that she agonized until the last moments. And then it was as if she underwent a transformation of epic proportions. The following excerpts have been culled from the once thought lost notebooks of Lady Corvina of Fumane.
What are they doing to me? Where are they taking me?
Who are all these others? Why are they keeping us here?
Where are all my friends and cousins? My sisters? Brothers?
What is that nose, it sounds like a party somewhere down the hall. What are they celebrating? What is that intoxicating aroma coming from down there?
Why are they opening the windows? It’s so cold outside and the wind is blowing so hard.
I feel so dry and depleted. Thirsty. Hungry. Dying.
Who’s that? Why has he come for us? Where are they taking us?
What are those familiar voices? They sound like someone I once knew, but a chorus of them, humming, singing some song, mysteriously familiar. The sounds are getting louder, closer, the room is getting warmer.
What is this pressure I am feeling? Why are we all pressed in so close together, can barely breathe. But it is warmer, moister.
Now its getting darker, it looks like the sun is setting, slowly getting darker, more pressure; I feel like I'm going to burst. I’m so tired, cannot fight it, cannot hold up any longer.
Where is this place, what happened to me? Who am I? What is that bubbling sound, its coming nearer, nearer, like a wave, a tsunami of red and sweet and moist and I feel like I am dying. But it feels alright, everything is going to be alright. It’s just a matter of time.