Raquel says she is afraid we will meet. So am I. For now it’s just e-mails, and we are actually finally both experiencing a relationship that is completely extraterritorial and extramundane; a literary relationship. The Raquel from the e-mails is the Raquel of words, and Moshe is literature. We stroll among the words and drink coffee in imaginary cafes. But for quite some time now I’ve been doubting everything they call material. I walk down the streets and feel as though I live inside a movie. I don’t know when everything changed and the world became literature. Sometimes I want to wake up from this dream, but what happens if the past was actually the dream and I am now in reality? Everything I see is intangible, none of it is exactly what I imagine I see. The whole world exists only in my imagination, in my books. No, there is nothing that could prove the opposite to me. Hundreds of philosophy books couldn’t convince me of it being the most logical possibility. Each of us is Elohim and each entity creates their world and manages it as they can, and maybe as they like.
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