All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

“But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, …”

“So much better to travel than to arrive.”

“Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the t…”

“I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do t…”