Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. - Anaïs Nin

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.