I see everything, I feel all, a thousand details come into me as long splinters and sharp m'écorchent. Thousand details that others do not notice.
J e going wrong right now. This seemingly clear and easy that I kept so long cracks, and there emerges a bric-a-brac of contradictions. It is fine to have I finally choose. Go in one direction but which one?
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