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"Who will die first?
This question comes up from time to time, like where are the car keys. It ends a sentence, prolongs a glance between us. I wonder if the thought itself is part of the nature of physical love, a reverse Darwinism that awards sadness and fear to the survivor. Or is it some inert element in the air we breathe, a rare thing like neon, with a melting point, an atomic weight?"

It's in these moments next to you, that I envy words for doing what we can never do – how they can tell all of themselves simply by standing still, simply by being. Imagine I could lie down beside you and my whole body, every cell, radiates a clear, singular meaning, not so much a writer as a word pressed down beside you.

Achab è Achab per sempre, marinaio. Questa scena è tutta scritta immutabile. E' stata provata da te e da me un miliardo d'anni prima che quest'oceano si stendesse. Insensato! Sono il luogotenente dei Fati; agisco perché ho degli ordini.