July 9, 2006: The Invisible Man

IF THINGS HAD GONE differently that first time, perhaps I wouldn’t have killed all the others. I often wondered about this at the beginning. After all these years I don’t even know how many I killed anymore, and now the question has changed: Would I be a better person if I had killed only her in a single moment of madness? Today I no longer hate the women I kill—after all these years they’re just rag dolls. What I hate are the men full of wisdom, the men who pontificate. Any one of them could have found himself in my position that first time. And it is to these men, who live without remorse or honor, that I intend to dedicate myself. And to one in particular.