DAY 13

When the nomad reaches the boundary whence return becomes impossible, he will finally gain his life having nothing else to lose.      It is at that moment that he will understand the futility of his efforts. And pitched back, all too minute, against the fortified land, he will abolish his laughter, wishing above all to vanish as he came.      He will even release his shadow to the night that bleeds from his eyes. And in the naked glare of an unhoped for sun, a sun which beats down on him fiercely, he will taste the arid corpse of his freedom.      Perhaps he will learn that his solitude is neither a gift nor a curse. And walking on, he will exult in the final uselessness of his quest.      And he will find pleasure in the rhythm of his step, having returned to his flesh completely. New York, May-June 1997

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