Tag: Germany

I tried to think about this.
I had to stop before it killed me.
There was something satisfying and hard-won about this.
I sat and thought, forgot to keep thinking, then started over.
It made me want to go home and stay there.
Who were these people, minute to minute and year after year?
All I felt was a shattered space.
I wanted the stain to last for days and weeks.
Was it some freakified gesture of reverence?
I didn’t know what this was.
I stood in front of store windows studying my reflection.
I walked the streets looking for people who might look at me.
We went for walks together.
Who do you want to be?
OK. OK. I was wrong. The whole time. About everything.
Happy in this moment, just as it was.
Who was happy right now?
Sometimes it was so frustrating!
Those were the days!
Do you remember me?
It was what it was.
Everything had to be perfect.
You had to accept people the way they were.
After that it got blurry.
It was a form of joyous overflow.
You know that for a certainty?
All wildness ceased.
So what? What was the big deal?
Look at it now!
Then everything became terrifically clear.
For a moment he was confused.
So he built the time machine.
He had grown bored and lonely.
I do not question it.
The opportunities for error multiplied.
He took out a sheet of white paper and a pen.
He’d never been in a fight
And the monkeys were everywhere
The friends met for dinner
I will send you some pictures
It’s just a thing I had in my head
He never told you about me?
This was another crucial moment
She waited, closed her eyes
The sound was as clear as speech in a room
Had anyone ever tried it?
You could almost see the sound in an empty house
The air between them is tense
He has some work to do
It had been difficult to find