Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.
Memories images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.
Nobody these days holds the written word in such high esteem as police states do.
In general confusion youth recognizes itself and rejoices.
It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.
Everything can change, but not the language that we carry inside us, like a world more exclusive and final than one's mother's womb.