Deja Raconte

“Now that all is silent within me, will I, who have hardly known how to talk to myself, still be able to speak? I almost cannot hear myself any more. On this ‘almost’ I shall rest my words or, rather, what stub- bornly still wants to be words—though they be deaf to the call of the world—an take entire charge of them. Expressing nothing, they will express me all the better.”