"Everything around me is disappearing and falling apart. I don’t use these two verbs in their sad sense. I merely mean that the people I deal with every day are moving out, ending periods in their lives, and all that - as if I were an old man who sees all the friends of his childhood dying around him and who thinks his own death is at hand - mysteriously suggests to me that my life should move along and change as well. Notice that I don’t think this change is going to be for the worse; just the opposite. But it is a change, and for me change, passing from one thing to another, is a partial death. A part of us dies, and our sadness about its dying or passing away cannot but touch our hearts…So in my human environment everything is organizing (or disorganizing) itself to drift away, and I don’t know it it’s to isolate me or to lead me to another path I cannot as yet see."