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In this empty room, echoing with the void of streets, with silences never heard, I split myself, as Arendt said, and speak with myself, seeking the reflection of a shadow I don’t recognize, that fades. Solitude is a mirror, an opaque glass where the self is lost, splintered into shards of thought, and yet, in these cracks, I find meaning. In the quiet, I become two faces, One that waits and one that grieves. Time folds me into hidden places, Where the self dissolves, but never leaves. It’s no longer narcissism, no longer the ego gazing at its own vanity in its navel. It’s finitude revealing itself: an ancient mark, the common seal, the hidden bond among us all, a stopper capping our beginning, reminding us that everything has an end. The navel is our scar, it marks and holds us, like this time that closes around us, gathering us in. I reflect on the old hermits, ascetics of old who, like us, sought in the desert the meaning of a cloistered life. But we, connected to a skinless world, can we still find virtue in this isolation? Or is it only one more deceit, the illusion of a meaning that isn’t there? In the quiet, I become two faces, One that waits and one that grieves. Time folds me into hidden places, Where the self dissolves, but never leaves. The ascetic life is a paper dream, a mask on which time blows away the meaning. Yet, here, in the quiet of quarantine, I wonder: is there truly a taste, a savor in the absence of touch? A young man tells me of the Pope and chess, and I lose myself in The Seventh Seal, in that eternal game between man and death, where solitude is just a pawn, a trick to buy time. And so, as the world crumbles outside, I remain, doubled, in this room, one eye on the distant and the other on the present, seeking in the folds of thought a way out, a way to be alone that isn’t to be lost. In the quiet, I become two faces, One that waits and one that grieves. Time folds me into hidden places, Where the self dissolves, but never leaves.