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You are convinced of what I am not, we are conceptually strangers, our human forms are our only common ground, I dwell in this universe as close as the epidermis to the dermis, it seems to me that existences are vaporous trails on the surface of things and that evaporation takes place without sublimation. Our stars will fade away in the silence of our respective nights, well partitioned, irremediable, the path leads to the night, as the night announces, it is true, the day to come, that perhaps, of bolder spirits?