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Dear Stéphane, this camera is for you. It’s to remind you of who you are, and of what life must never be allowed to destroy. Please try to understand me.
He’s someone you can love, but not someone I could fall in love with. I want someone who pushes me away sometimes, someone who treats me badly, whom I can fight for.”
“There are women for whom it’s not enough just to have comfort and security.”
A breath of cool wind brushed my skin; the smell of damp leaves drifted up from the courtyard.
I took a few swigs, felt the tranquility of the night flowing toward me, and was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of wistful, almost pleasurable melancholy.
Life is not a zero-sum game. It owes us nothing, and things just happen the way they do.
Sometimes they’re fair and everything makes sense; sometimes they’re so unfair we question everything. I pulled the mask off the face of Fate, and all I found beneath it was chance.
Because in a billion years, when everything’s gone and forgotten, when time has erased everything and there’s no proof anymore of anything whatsoever, what reality was will be irrelevant.
Because I know it’s wrong to retreat so much into oneself. I want to be wherever you are, and that is—reality.
Memory is a patient gardener, and over the years the tiny seed I planted in my head that evening at school has grown into a marvelous memory.
