There comes a time when the story turns into twenty
different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows
retreats to the cave of a solitary boy in a thriving
metropolis where no one remembers the original story
whic is， of course， a sign of its great success： to be forgotten
implies you were once known， and that is something we
can prize more than the gesture greater than the achievement：
but I wander from the main point： the main point is one
among many fine dots so fine you need a microscope to see them
but then they multiply like germs： the work of the deepest cells
is ergonomically incorrect， but effective nevertheless， like
my footprints in the snow leading to you， wou would be my father
if this were a dream and I on the verge of waking up somewhere
other than home： but the hours remain ours， though they
were gone almost as soon as they arrived， hat and coat in hand.