Put your hand on my face and talk to me...

"The real and the imagined are one. Thoughts are real, even thoughts of unreal things. Invisible stars, invisible sky. The sound of my breath, the sound of Katya's breath. Bedtime prayers, the rituals of childhood, the gravity of childhood. If I should die before I awake. How fast it all goes. Yesterday a child, today an old man, and from then until now, how many beats of the heart, how many breaths, how many words spoken and heard? Touch me, someone. Put your hand on my face and talk to me..."

August, in "Man in the dark" by Paul Auster