Not today" Tuesday "is.
This is not "Bremen".
I do not sit in the "Café".
I am awakened from all illusions, from the prison of language. Piled up over the hills. Over all the mountains the wind blows into the open. The attempt to accommodate the infinite space in a matchbox
is ... failed.
Your name is just a story. Only a story, piled out of the sand of past events. The door was open at any time. I'm going home now, where I am. Come on, you're already there. Let us watch the game tectonic plates and dive with the whales.
Behind the door is a door. It leads nowhere. I take heart and jump. The mirror is broken, the fragments form my face. Let them fall into the luminous transparency. I trace the shadows to the light. There, you wait and smile at me. My God, it seems like an eternity. I should be right. There is nothing to hide, everything is obvious.
Nothing is so useless as a flower. Come, I'll put one in my hair. We stare at the sky, the sky staring at us. As if I had known it, there's nothing to say. We talk till the morning dew glistens on our eyelashes. The time jumps into the air with happiness. Life would be so difficult, but I've forgotten how. The usual ones are more than enough. Every detail exudes this love. I am bathed in thusness, the light is intolerable.
