A week goes by and I don’t call Lucy or Dylan. I want to drift away from them – more than anything, I want to drift away. I sometimes imagine myself totally alone and I enjoy the feeling. And I mean something by alone, something more than the word holds. I mean something blank and pure and vacant, plus me. And also moral. This blank and pure vacancy that includes me that is also moral is so empty, it is so no one, that my presence in it makes me not exist, although I am still there, and that’s what lifts all the weight.

A week goes by and I don’t call Lucy or Dylan. I want to drift away from them – more than anything, I want to drift away. I sometimes imagine myself totally alone and I enjoy the feeling. And I mean something by alone, something more than the word holds. I mean something blank and pure and vacant, plus me. And also moral. This blank and pure vacancy that includes me that is also moral is so empty, it is so no one, that my presence in it makes me not exist, although I am still there, and that’s what lifts all the weight.

– Patrick Somerville –

The Universe in Miniature in Miniature

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