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But to abandon you, said the other, would be to leave a part of myself behind, and how can I do that when I do not know which part you are?

He is at that point in life at which neither returning to the beginning nor advancing to the end seems bearable; therefore, he has decided to stop, here, in the midst of things, though this makes him an obstacle to others, such as ourselves.

Silence had entered me.
It was like the night, and my memories—they were like stars
in that they were fixed, though of course
if one could see as do the astronomers
one would see they are unending fires, like the fires of hell.

I write about you all the time, I said aloud.
Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.