To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that’s still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that’s still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

– Orhan Pamuk –

The Black Book

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