John Berger "and our faces, my heart, brief as photos"

According to whether we are in the same place or separated one from the other, I know you twice. There are two of you.
When you are away, you are nevertheless present for me. This presence is multiform: it consists of countless images, passages, meanings, things known, landmarks, yet the whole remains marked by your absence, in that it is diffuse. It is as if your person becomes a place, your contours horizons. I live in them like living in a country. You are everywhere. Yet in that country I can never meet you face to face.
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In the conutry which is you I know your gesture, the introduction of your voice, the shape of every part of your body. You are not phisically less real there, but you are less free.
What changes when you are there before my eyes is that you become impredictable. What you are about to do is unknown to me. I follow you. You act. And with what you do, I fall in love again.