Speak

‘I speak and what speaks in me is the fact that I’m no longer myself. I don’t speak for myself, you make sure of that. I don’t leave myself behind or discover myself, you make sure of that. What I discover is a strange solitude, the solitude of nobody, in these notes of a nobody. It’s your solitude I enter, as one enters a foreign language. I speak and forget who I am even as I try to pin myself down in words. I speak and return to myself in your form. Someone’s here in my place, despite me, or to spite me. A third faceless man walks beside me, whispers in my ear, changes my words and returns me to my missing self.’

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