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WITH ERIC ARNAL
Letting loneliness speak doesn’t just come like someone speaking something in an ordinary way. Maybe it has to be said by somebody else or it has to be said in a way that can’t be heard or understood.
How sad it is if fantasy and memory start to take each other’s place. Like screen dreams or rear projections. Phantom fictions of long ago: memorials to what never happened, what could have been.
A strong wind blows through the quarry garden as it was and as you see it now from the strange high place of return where, however, words reach you from below.
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And what he said hurt me—this man I so want to be kinder and cleverer than he is.
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