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The not-happening was so sudden that I stayed there forever, without knowing, without their knowing me, as if I were under a chair, as if I were lost in night.
Not being was like that, and I stayed that way forever.
Afterwards, I asked the others, the women, the men, what they were doing so confidently and how they learned how to live.
They did not actually answer.
They went on dancing and living.
What determines the silence is what doesn't happen, and I don't want to keep on talking, for I stayed there waiting.
In that place, on that day,
I have no idea what happened to me, but now I am not the same.