For now, I cannot talk to you directly. Even I must obey the laws of nature, and then, there is your wife. She looks after you, her watch never stops, she’s your shield, the Amazon in shiny armour who guards your heart. 

Yes, I know, she’s beautiful, beautiful in a way I could never be, never was, even when I was close to you. Then, she’s young, as you are, still. And she’s alive. From where I am, through eons of time, through the mist of unreality, I observe, and try, timidly, to reach you through the objects that surround you, the worlds you wish to visit: my way in is your imagination, that talent of yours that used to amuse me so much, when we were tender friends. Then, I was laughing at your stories, at the way you looked at people, at the adults who dominated, dictated our lives… 

I walk a narrow corridor that can be so easily obstructed! I know you so well, Julian; a stranger’s face, a woman’s smile, a faint silhouette in the rain… These are enough to derail my plans, and you are running away already, far away, in another direction, disappearing from my sight. 

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