... I want to share with you some conclusions I have reached for I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people; they torment me as can torment only senseless visions, unheard voices, unruly dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmare and all else that passes down here for real life, for in theory I should wake up, but waking up I cannot without the assistence of the outside, and yet I fear this help terribly; my own soul has grown listless and accustomed to its snug swaddling clothes...

...Of all the specters that surround me, you dear wallpaper, are indeed the most wretched, but on the other hand--in view of your logical position in this playful habitus--you are in a manner of speaking, an advisor, my confidante, my only refuge...