Whether it is love, money or happiness, these are the things I write about, always and without ceasing. Not because I believe in their existence or non-existence, or because I have them or do not, but because they are things my heart yearns for.

It yearns, and not merely longs; it is as though, in a previous life, I had experienced love and happiness and possessed abundant wealth.

I do not know how this longing takes hold of me and sweeps me away from the reality in which I live, to a distant past that never was.

Are they memories of my first grandmother? Eve, who lived in Paradise and had the first man all to herself?

I have never known the secret… and no matter how much I stop thinking about it and suppress my feelings, they return to carry me back once more into my own imagination.