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.

Kain. I am writing a novel here.
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The truth is: I am only half here. I am one of those people who tend to become invisible with time, soaking into everything that surrounds me - into the smoke of cigarettes, into blinking christmas tree lights, into still glowing wicks. Dark red, the glow. I am only half here, and soon, soon I will be gone completely.

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