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Cancer 3. In a crowd, a man keeps seeing people he thinks he knows but can’t remember from where.

Each face belonged somewhere, in a landscape of history that included him. And the faces and their landscapes kept passing, and before he could look closely at any one of them, to remember the stories behind it, others were there before him, with their own occluded stories.

And then he realized the message of all these faces: Long he had struggled to free himself from his own curiosity. And the faces, which fed its fires, made him see, as his curiosity blazed up in him, that he could live with its brightness, enjoy the mysteries around him, and savor the unknown just for itself, with its strange, unidentifiable flavors.

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