Soon it will be time to resume, or rather begin, the hermit-like existence I had ten years ago, when I barely had an idea that things were truly different the closer I moved in, the feeling I had as a moth moved close enough to a flame to get burned.
Maybe it is more than that. It is the act of quick disappearance, a vanishing into the great silence where I won’t even hear a thing.
It was a wonderful journey. All I will have are memories, and echoes, of something distant of which I can no longer recover its traces, or chords, or melodies.
I will be forever grateful to everyone I have met on this journey. Perhaps we shall meet again soon.