Vos lay on the cot, struggling to find sleep as his thoughts raced. The implications of his earlier words tormented him, leading him to ponder the weight of stories and experiences in life. He questioned whether it was more painful to endure sorrowful narratives or to be devoid of any narrative altogether.
This inner conflict left Vos without a clear resolution, highlighting the importance and burden of storytelling in shaping one's existence. His reflections reveal a deep contemplation of the value of experiences, both joyful and painful, in understanding oneself and the universe.