"All night long I’ve kept a vigil, for nothing in particular, perhaps just keeping watch over solitude. My eyes sting; my body has lost all muscle tone; my bones ache. I have dipped in and out of a dream landscape, the world blurring into polymorphous figures, the earthly blending with the ethereal, the world beginning to crumble."

I have been learning about the stars, pondering their history, trying to measure my life by their movements. In spring, over the train carriage in which I live, they shine bright. One of them is especially powerful.