Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
It never seems to occur to anyone that each reader is different, and that even those who might be said to resemble each other will each bring an individual set of experiences and references to their reading, and interpret and misinterpret it according to these.
until only infinity remained of beauty
I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.
Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.