tell him, “All you have is my emptiness.” “Then where are you? The you that bleeds when I devour you like this?” “You don’t see? I just passed by outside that window and now I’m gone. This is the first and last time I will encounter you in this life. Give me some water. Sweat pours off of me like rain. You’ll forget about me for the next hundred years. But leave your voice behind; when I come back to this place a hundred years from now, the moment I open the door a colony of bats and your voice will greet me.”
