In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flow… - Jean-Paul Sartre

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In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.