“To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not--this is the beginning of writing.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments
그러나 내가 확실히 아는 거라곤
내가 모른다는 것 뿐.
그 까닭으로 나는 과망한 것만을 바라여
실망하고 또 실망하는가?
이또한 모르겠다.