A Trace of Eternity

Varushka Franceschi

Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer, to give up customs one barely had time to learn, not to see roses and other promising things in terms of a human future; no longer to be what one was in infinitely anxious hands; to leave even one’s own first name behind, forgetting it as easily as a child abandons a broken toy.

Strange to no longer desire one’s desires. Strange to see meanings that clung together once…