Comes to my mind, that I was already sealing with hearing protection, inwards, So that I am protected against outside. So forgot it and just wanted to push a few earplugs. And somehow that has something Molloy-Messen, gives, Where I have now arrived. How he got these stones around from one jacket pocket to the other, the longest time, The individual stones sucked, And then a rotation, to the next, maybe only, so that the movement never breaks off, although it is closed. This absurdity is far from me, And yet I am day after day, Has been delivered year after year. This absurdity is far from me, Because I was pretty much keen on it, to enrich my life with substance, to tip everything out, What has no priority- lange her- also self -awareness, that penetrates, is it [called (Freud? Lacan??), Deletes the identity. But this self -awareness cannot be achieved, You couldn't cope with them. And luckily there is this endless swimming away from itself, long before you have the completely merciless clarity over a stoning. It is amazing, The UPD on Murtenstrasse has a seal of quality, It is mentioned as one of the best psychiatric ambulatorium. But do it, not to give your hand, At the greeting and farewell you have been in the Lockdown. Eye contact was also not possible with the German Schnösel. But the most amazing is, that just, depending on, Who you have as a counterpart, Even among professional, everything can break up, If it's a good one, And everything remains stowed away in the dark, If there is a bad one (without eye contact) is. So then the confessional secret remained with me, maybe, Because I couldn't drill a hole through this in my subconscious, so that the bright spirit of my surroundings would have been emptied. It is a question of the other person, Which properties dominate and in what line -up. I am putting a glowing, A truth -loving counterpart towards, There in the fabulous Murtenstrasse, and I will be a person with characteristics! Amazing, amazing. I didn't even think it was necessary, execute, That my 'hobby’ The writing is. I mean, I could have said, I put stones from one pocket to the other… and it would have come out of the same. I think, I made it easy for us, I filled out the depression scale and reached a clear value, And the rest remains in the dark, e.g., how much I could swing and would be vibrating, When the opponent enchanted me all leap year. But also the bad things, How easy it is to hide parts of the personality- For example, who would say in such a situation, that he is a hater or thinks he is the biggest, And who could make the pain credible, If everything can be abstracted so easily….When the opposite makes you so dull, and you have to be alone, again u again, To get to yourself, the pain, Because you only tasted stones…. and the symbolism is not understood …. Beckett is too high for me, But I have already done such rotation revolutions with lipsticks, back then, When I still had a big collection, Because my lips were still full. I remember, that I pick the lipsticks out of their ice cubes and placed on the balcony tank on the Hildanus route, A bit like on a chessboard. Then I started, to change them…. No, Is not the same….