I decided. I feel like the rock before Hannibal in the Alps. I received an offer concerning something I had wanted for a long time. I had to decide – not topple a gate, not fell a tree, but decide. I wanted it, therefore yes. However, if I blurt it out at once, I decided…

– I can never do what I want. Or rather, I never do what I want. Or rather, I do, only I can’t do it when I want to. Or rather, when I want to, I don’t do it. Or rather, I don’t want to and I don’t do it. Or rather, I’ll do it…

You’re lazy. The ink in the pen has dried up. A roaring tide of grey shadows dances upon the flower of my soul, trampling it. No flame is kindled upon the embers, on the old bed of scattered ashes. It has flown away on the wind. It has gone elsewhere. To a place where it…