It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
There's always world enough and time.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.
Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.