"<p>Before that, there were many things... security, background, faith, goals... all friendly places where I could always find my feet when love shook me. Today I have nothing... at most I have some despair, a little courage, and otherwise everything is foreign, outside, inside. When love falls on it, it is like a plume in dry straw. When you have nothing left but this, then it is also different... wilder, more important and more destructive than it was before.</p>"