Abstract
Knowing that ending is only an illusion, how can we think of the final point ? Nothing ends, but is abandoned. So how do we accept abandonment, how do we allow the end to emerge, and the mourning that goes with it ? How do you submit to the injunction of the shadow inside you that says " now, this no longer concerns you " ? How does writing dictate its end, and how does the work of structure enable the end to be reached ? Or why, when death comes, do we immediately open the window if there is one ? How to finish ?
