I stood looking all around, over all my room; hastily I was taking away, feverishly putting into some unseen valise everything I regretted leaving here: my desk, my books, my chair. Upon that chair sat I-330 that day; I was below on the floor.⁠ ⁠… My bed.⁠ ⁠… Then for a minute or two I stood and waited for some miracle to happen; perhaps the telephone would ring, perhaps she would say that.⁠ ⁠… But no, no miracle.⁠ ⁠…

I am leaving, going into the unknown. These are my last lines. Farewell you, my unknown beloved ones, with whom I have lived through so many pages, before whom I have bared my diseased soul, my whole self to the last broken little screw, to the last cracked spring.⁠ ⁠… I am going.⁠ ⁠…