Look at you, X tells me at the barbeque, laughing and smiling, pretending to be normal. See, two can play at this game, he says, if that’s how you want to play. But I don’t, not really, he says, I want to love and be happy. Talk to me, please, he says, let me in on your laughter.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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