


I begin my story for nothing, without benefit for myself or anyone else, from a need stronger than benefit or reason. I do not yet know what will be written here. But in the strokes of these letters at least some of what was in me will remain, no longer to perish in eddies of mist as if it had never been, or as if it had never happened. In this way I will come to see how I became what I am – this self that is a mystery even to me.
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