The irritating
thing about despair is its obviousness, its visibility, its
"documentation": what is it but reportage? Consider hope, on the
contrary - its generosity in what is false, its mania for affabulation, its
rejection of the event: an aberration, a fiction. And it is in this aberration
that life resides and upon this fiction that it feeds.
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