Beautiful and cold [and] filled with a hidden, terrifying life. He was surrounded by the aura of a tranquil emptiness, with air and stars, with this desolate death.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Yes, I would like to become. But this formlessness would be missed.

I seem to find myself, so to speak, in a strange region of the universe, no longer completely enclosed in the mire of the earth or completely free in the purity of heaven.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

I become, I inhabit, I enter. Inhabiting someone, at that moment I can feel myself traversed by that person’s initiatives and actions.