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Endings and beginnings
We have endings, X tells me, that much is clear, everything ends all the time, in fact his life seems like one long ending. But to end you have to begin, he says, there are no ends without beginnings. Thus we begin as often as we end, and end as we b...
A forest of kitsch
Talking to you is like moving through a forest, X tells me, like the one that grew next to our house, the one I grew up in and played in. Except I knew then I’d be able to get back home no matter where I went, but now I don’t, now I come out wher...
Needy
X tells me he’s finally found the truth about himself. He’s needy, he says, that’s the basic truth, isn’t it? He needs the sound of my voice, he says, he needs me to tell him something kitschy and comforting. He’s like that teenager who...
A blessing
I’m right, X tells me, how could he have said all that to me, what drove him to say all those pompous, absurd things? Where does this need for puffed-up declarations and personal kitsch come from, and how can he excuse it? he asks. He can’t, he s...
X’s kitsch
How can he get rid of his kitsch, X asks me, who should he turn to, since I won’t help him? Maybe he could turn to the English, he says, to learn to repress his feelings. Or maybe he should start reading political philosophy and learn to be mor...
Death, silence and all that
He’s afraid of silence, X tells me. He dreads it, actually. Pascal’s infinite spaces, the silence of the stars, all that. He loses sleep over it, he says, imagine, he actually loses sleep. He’s afraid of sleep’s little abyss of silence, he sa...
