[that runaway gaze...]

"(maybe one really loves only in memory- or so it's been written.)

anyway, all alex could do was feel deeply unhappy, but in a detached way, and try to remember what they'd had together: he kept thinking it over, writing about it even though everything got all tangled up and he couldn't find the words and wound up seeing only details and that's it: meeting with her in front of Feltrinelli's bookstore, a little word from her, always from her, with that special smile and a runaway gaze...

his whole life till then could've fit into his backpack."

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