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‘—translating that collection—Insist even when it feels really tiring, painful—Todo cuadra. This is what we are: active spectators in the theatre of the universe. Todo cuadra—maybe it’s a fire. You never understand history while it’s unfolding—you don’t understand right away—Big history is a little shift in your life. It’s the little history of your life that is big—His memory is prodigious. He remembers everything.’

‘But what is certain is that I’ve never been in love with someone who wasn’t already in love with me—as if that was a necessary precondition, I’m thinking now. A prerequisite—When I listen to my friends’ travails, when I read Russian novels & watch American films—I always stop & think: me, in that state, never. Do you remember—That punk—school rebel? You didn’t like him at all. But he chose me—& I let him choose me.’

‘So here I am, Your Honour—I know it’s late. I should have—could have done it sooner. I was very confused, you must understand. I was in a daze. I trusted the world around me because that was the one I had always lived in, a world without the confines of a canton. I’ve been naïve, unthinking, ineffectual—I’ve landed where I was supposed to land—It’s all here, with us, —Later, we can say goodbye, grazie, and leave.’

‘—the time we’re living in does not follow a linear path but exists, rather, in an ever-present contemporaneity, where everything is in the here & now, a time frame where what has taken place, takes place, and will take place co-exist. Except that we are blind and cannot see, & in order to save ourselves, we forget, we think we are the only thing—present and important but we are—no more than the produce of the tree—’

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