The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.
I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract words.
It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.
The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world.
It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.