by Charlotte Reads Classics
You still miss him, don’t you?
Not anymore. Not after what you’ve told me today.
But you did.
I did. I didn’t want to, but I did.
The man is a maniac, you know.
True. But what law says you can’t love a maniac?
By writing about myself in the first person, I had smothered myself and made myself invisible, had made it impossible for me to find the thing I was looking for.
Paul Auster, Invisible