First she made an easy muffin out of me, then she left me to drown in milk.

"...I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything."

And we've been apart? Yes. For how long A few years. Were you alone? Yes. Was that difficult? It was easier than being with someone else.