What Night Gave Rafael Was A Formlessness

Half A Page--and The Morning Is Already Ancient.

I Kind Of Was Shoveled Onto A Boat At 11 And Went To England. I Didn't Have Any Parent Watching Over Me. It Was Very Free And May Have Been A Bit Of A Scary Time For Me, But I Really Don't Remember Much About The Voyage Apart From Playing Ping-pong A Lot With A Couple Friends.

But We Were Interested In How Our Lives Could Mean Something To The Past. We Sailed Into The Past.

There Is A Story, Always Ahead Of You. Barely Existing. Only Gradually Do You Attach Yourself To It And Feed It. You Discover The Carapace That Will Contain And Test Your Character. You Will Find In This Way The Path Of Your Life.

What Is Interesting And Important Happens Mostly In Secret, In Places Where There Is No Power.