How many others are there? I thought. People, things, seen and then forgotten, leaving nothing behind them, not even the knowledge that they're missing.

Drop upon drop, silence falls. It forms on the roof of the mind and falls into pools beneath. For ever alone, alone, alone - hear silence fall and sweep its rings to the farthest edges. Gorged and replete, solid with middle-aged content, I, whom loneliness destroys, let silence fall, drop by drop.

Virginia Woolf (The Waves)

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