"Like you, I longed for a memory beyond consolation, a memory of shadows and stone. For my part I struggled every day with all my might against the horror of no longer understanding the reason to remember... You're destroying me. You're good for me. I have time. Devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness... I'm very fond of men. I have dubious morals, you know... I somehow understand that it was there and that I almost lost you and ran the risk of never, ever meeting you. I somehow understand that it was there that you began to be who you are today... I was hungry. Hungry for infidelity, for adultery, for lies and for death. I always have been."
