It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.
Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.