And now my body can feel, how time stands still. Or the other way around: there is only time left, noticeable, a heavy boggy mass, Clay, maybe, that reaches up to my neck, während ich einen Schritt vor den andern set ...
Stammelpoem
Up the Sun River: a stroll. Down the Schlatten River: a lawn. Cross swings. Am Ufer mit dem Reiher stehn. path! Get away from here! Away from not understanding! Up the Sun River: I, the sun tide. Shadow River Down: in your ka ...
diary, 19.5.
for this and that reason I think again a little bit about the depression. Does it exist or does it not exist? I am inconclusive, but I tend to say, that depression doesn't exist, but a psycho-hygienic he ...