Eva The Fugitive - pg. 89

I see a world in the distance, in a dream white in color. In the center of that world there is something that belongs to me. The knowledge that there is something of mine that is for the moment not within my reach, I know that I owe it to a dream or to a death. The truth is that there is in me a dream or a death. But it is through this experience that I have awakened in a land nourished, indeed, neither by dreams nor deaths, but by oblivion. How can I make you understand, my friend, that when my life is separated from Eva's, a night heavy with prison bars closed in behind.
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