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[Text ID: “August–Absorbed–Numb”]

“Don’t worry. The night won’t frighten me and the cold won’t drive me away. There is no winter as cold as my winter, no night as deep as my night. I myself freeze the wind. I myself darken the sky.”

(Original: No temas que sienta el miedo de la noche o que el frío me arredre. No hay invierno más frío que mi invierno ni noche más profunda que mi noche… ¡Yo soy quien va a congelar el viento y a obscurecer la tiniebla!)

“Everything seems okay. And then: a word, a line, a picture, a song…”

“September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”

“And I would hide my face in you, and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”

“I used to pay attention to the clouds in the sky. I paid close attention for a month to see if they ever repeated. The don’t repeat. And I don’t think life does either.”