Once, one of his professors has told the class that thinking is essentially the same as dividing things up into different parts. Since then, Sam knows he has a problem with this - thinking. He always has been unsure about the border where something ends and something else begins. Some people know exactly who and what they mean when they use words just like “Me” or “You” or “Elephant” or “Adenosine triphosphate”. But Sam doesn’t. This thing - not knowing where things start and where they end - started out a long ago, when he was a child.

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When someone you love is gone, dead, you will wait for them to return. You will see them standing right in front of you in the grocery store line whipping back an forth in slow impatience. Or you will see them with their white earphones in dark subway train window reflections. Every time, you will not concentrate properly on something, you will see them. This is what life becomes: a series of small disappointments.

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