We associate it with heroes of legend and romance, and we invest fiery, exceptional characters, like a Hamlet, with infinity as with a theatrical costume.

But infinity resides quietly in that man who is just passing by on the street.

It resides in me, just as I am, with my ordinary face and name, in me, who want everything I have not.

And there is no reason why there should be any limits to what I want.
So, step by step, I followed the track of the infinite.

It made me suffer.