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I am 28 years old. That’s what it says at the beginning of every page in his notebook, and he simply picks a page and writes: little boy, you have gently brought the cabbage head to the rabbit’s mouth and you can feel the wavering pokes of its whiskers on your fingers; the rabbit’s cheeks crunch with monotonous chomps and its whiskers release rapid lines; for you, the line’s mystery is in its palpability, the line is as knowable as it is unknowable, so offer your cheek and let the rabbit’s whisker-line come and prick your skin to understand your being; I know, you are veeeeeeeeeery interesting to it, feel the sweetness of its passing prickles, feel the trace on your cheek for a long time, then try to recall the sweetness of the quick and passing pain; try, even if it doesn’t work, it’
