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So a change has taken place during these last few weeks. But where? It is an abstract change without an object. Am I the one who has changed? If not, then it is this room, this city and this nature; I must choose.
I think I'm the one who has changed: that's the simplest solution. Also the most unpleasant. But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think (someone told me:"we analyze life that much, it will be our decline, once"). So i abandoned it and now a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place. This is what has given my life such a jerky, incoherent aspect. |
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