. . . the hardest to bear, the one you are constantly reminded of on a daily basis. That, as Camus crudely puts it in his Carnets, "it is only your will that keeps [most] people attached to us (not that they wish you ill but because they don't care) and that the others are always able to be interested in something else".
And as times goes by and you grow older, or sceptical, weary, disenchanted, disappointed, whatever, you are more and more reluctant to actively exert that will, to enforce yourself upon others, to remind them of your existence. And so you find yourself immersed in that tepid, stagnant pond of general carelessness and indifference. Invisibility. Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita...
Out of sight, out of mind.
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