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"Noe glemmer man vel? Ja. Men glemmer det man vil huske og husker det man vil glemme".

Han ville ikke ha trodd at selv den minste tings verdi var avhengig av en fremtidig verden. Det forbauset ham. At plassen disse tingene opptok var en forventning i seg selv.

The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world. Query: How does the never to be differ from what never was?

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality.

In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

The nights now only slightly less black, by day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory.

"Man glemmer det man vil huske og husker det man vil glemme"

Godheten kommer til å finne den lille gutten. Det har den alltid gjort. Den gjør det nå også.