I have been away and so very busy today, my dying friend, but I wanted to talk to you before the day's end. I do not believe I am able to continue on this current path for terribly long, perhaps a year? So much has been destroyed over the past week and these days things are dying still more quickly and thoroughly. It's that region in which you live, the one where the end arrives, where I now reside. I recover just enough over the course of a few days to know how much I am not what I am.
But, as you know, I am what I am not. Sartre said as much. We've discussed it before but it never ends until the not becomes complete. That is where we all are heading, yes?