Reading and writing had become a sleeping and waking obsession with me. Sometimes I imagined myself as a big letter or as a pen. On occasion I didn't have the price of a new exercise book, so I picked up paper off the street and wrote my lessons on that. Sometimes it was paper which previously had shurus wrapped in it and the writing would disappear in patches of grease ... words arranged strangely, here and there. I used to enjoy the way these patterns appeared on the sheet.

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