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In gorilla terms, I should think I reached the "silverback" stage, at the risk of being pretentious.

In more hominid terms, I'm finding more and more difficult to define what I am, though I am sure of what I'm not.

That should be a beginning. What of, though?

I foresee no changes in my life in the short- or mid-term.

The enforced separations will continue. Some of them, I will have to wait for years in almost complete silence.

Another one might end tomorrow, but I consider it highly unlikely.

What a waste.

I'll be called a raving lunatic, but I'll need time before I consider getting close to anyone.

I must be a raving lunatic.I suspect what that timeframe is.

I must be a raving lunatic for not harboring resentment.

Some day, I might wake up and be normal, resigned to the lack of dreams.

I sit down to wait for you. I would suggest that you sit down to wait until I "see the light".

We'll sit in our corners. I, waiting for a word (any word). You, waiting for me to stop writing.

I would dare my readers to stop following me now.

And I suspect the result.