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When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such

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When we say “Time” we mean ourselves. Most abstractions are simply our pseudonyms. It is superfluous to say, “Time is

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I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in

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In the morning, the sun is rosy, transparent, warm gold. And the air itself is a little rosy, all steeped in the sun’s

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Crying, soaking in the depths. Glad not to recognize myself anymore.

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The universe is nothing but what my dreams weave. …/The threads dissolve, and I see myself in the void of

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The sea was calm. I was too. But on the lookout, suspicious. As if this calm couldn’t last. Something is always about to happen.

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