My ideas went rattling around in my head with lots of space between them. They were like faint, flickering little candles, trembling throughout a lifetime in the middle of a ghostly, abominable universe.
Ideiak bakan zebilzkidaten neri buruan, batetik bestera sobra zutela tokia, kandela ttikiak ziruditela, umilak eta ñirñirkariak beren denbora guzian unibertso gorrotagarri ezinago zital batean ikara zebiltzanak...