The Library will become what was meant to be from the very beginning…a digital cemetery, my Love…I wanted so much to hear your voice talking to me at least once, to hold you in my arms at least once, to “fall” on my sweet Aussie at least once…. and you dear impostor…I don’t blame you, I am not angry…in this immense pain there is no place for anger…de jure you owe me nothing, de facto you owe me a world…I’m lost without him…
In the hole of despair…
