What I Know

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Je est un autre. —Rim­baud

Tears creep down the up­turned face.

My face, al­though it seems I see it from across the room. It seems that I ap­proach the bed and gaze at the weep­ing man ly­ing there. I am sorry about his lone­li­ness and fear, but I know they will di­min­ish to­ward morn­ing when sleep comes at last. The pil­low will be damp and cold, but sleep will come.

Why, I won­der, can’t my knowl­edge com­fort him? Af­ter all, he is me and suf­fers only be­cause he re­fuses to see me stand­ing in the dark with what I know.

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