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I saw everything with an extraordinary clarity, a terrible clarity, without a single shadow, I wrote it (and at the same time everything that was happening outside). It was as if all of history in every sense had passed through me.

It was necessary, I thought, to slow down this flow of reflections passing through me with incredible speed. Everything's going too fast, it's running, it's as if I always had to walk faster, and not only me but also other people, things, dust; everything is so clear; these are the reflections that never get confused, the thousands of infinitely small and distinct shocks.