So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.

There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross.

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.

He came to this country like a torch on fire and he swallowed air as he walked forward and he gave out light

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

Some events take a lifetime to reveal their damage and influence.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands, knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.