“The art of a hunter is to become inaccessible,” he said. “In the case of that blond girl it would’ve meant that you had to become a hunter and meet her sparingly. Not the way you did. You stayed with her day after day, until the only feeling that remained was boredom. True?”

I did not answer. I felt I did not have to. He was right.

“To be inaccessible means that you touch the world around you sparingly. You don’t eat five quail; you eat one. You don’t damage the plants just to make a barbecue pit. You don’t expose yourself to the power of the wind unless it is mandatory. You don’t use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people you love.”

Chapter 1

I walk down the street and theres a deep hole in the sidewalk, I fall in, I am lost, I am helpless, It isnt my fault, It takes me forever to find my way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street and theres a deep hole in the sidewalk, I pretend i dont see it. I fall in again, I can’t believe that I’m in the same place but it isn’t my fault. It takes a long time to find a way out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street and theres a deep hole in the sidewalk, I see that it is there, I still fall in, it’s a habit, My eyes are open, I know its my fault. I get out immediately

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street and theres a deep hole in the sidewalk, I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.