His years in oblivion     

He was asleep for ten years and counted the worms in Dravidian dreams

He was far away gone from this world made of ice and fire…. He was stupid in his calculation; sadly met a dead god in the afternoon; the mountains and the sea; the fossils of lost shrines; monkeys, thoughts too; he really met and calculated. (…) When he woke up the earthquake already started; he had his sack packed in advance and he quickly took shelter in a corn field; it was then a sparrow entered through his nostril… since then feathers started to grow on his skin and he learned to fly…

And since then he forgot how to sleep