Mirror in the dark (LOST WORD)

 ME

(who is SHE?, one or two?, just a reason for ME to be there, certainly. In Flaubert's book, the visions also come out of each other, without further explanation, like a crank parade)

''SHE naturally has the responsibility of supporting a family, supporting it perhaps by dint of yawning all day long, in the midst of dialogues of this kind, sticking her finger in her nose to scratch it whenever she can. Not so disgusting after all.''

(perhaps in quotation marks something in the form of a thought)

Sweet despair --- active resignation --- nothing to do with an insidious and, in fact, civilized depression, almost ''euthanasiatic'', motivated by ''difficult loves'' --- nothing to do with the compromise of the desolate subject in a corner --- just frozen in a situation without change, not at all solemn.

A SINCERE AND HEROIC EFFORT TO SIMULATE THE RESUMPTION (OR EVEN THE EXISTENCE OF A) THREAD OF THE NARRATIVE HERE.

So let's say that I was actually managing to reach the places and situations in stages, very attentive to the way I was in public, as if I were forcing my body to do something that had to be done "physically" until with sudden force (all occult techniques applied to perfection) the energetic totality was gathered at the exact frequency of the LOST WORD (the primordial word of Borges or the Masonic word that not even the Masons have access to, the "nec plus ultra" of all incipient esotericism)