I might just as well have sought the edge of the horizon, the threshold where time begins and ends.
I ended up on the pier, night was flowing on the sea.
It was, to be sure, that leaden water I was looking at without understanding anything about the darkness coming down on me.
Everything was there.
Everything was not there.
Only now do I realize it and write, not knowing why, these words that will give me nothing back.
Do you know how it feels when you become a stranger on the land that you were born and lived til you were twenty?
I ended up on the pier, night was flowing on the sea.
It was, to be sure, that leaden water I was looking at without understanding anything about the darkness coming down on me.
Everything was there.
Everything was not there.
Only now do I realize it and write, not knowing why, these words that will give me nothing back.
Do you know how it feels when you become a stranger on the land that you were born and lived til you were twenty?
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