Despite a dozen dreams, more or less hopeful, I don’t give in to the proclaimed end of the world. Instead I have an appointment with my hairdresser which I longed for, for months now.
The fog in Germania has begun to lift…although I liked it…when you drive through villages with a forest nearby…without leaves…only a stone monument with a cross on top praising the end of Communism….well, that moment kinda gives you more the feeling what it must have been like thousands of years ago when tribes roamed through the misty winter scenery.
,,Denk ich an Deutschland in der Nacht,
dann bin ich um den Schlaf gebracht.” (Heine)
Hmmm I think I prefer this perspective….the historical view.
Hmmm my brain misses the times of thoughtfulness…of intellectual talks. It is as if something sucks the air out of your lungs…leaves you all flat and dumb.TV kinda does this, metaphorically.
I guess that is what it must be like when you lose not only your lover and your friend but also an artist and thinker, all in one person.
That is what it means to be fully empty – except for the burning passion that cannot and shall not escape anywhere.
And now I know Christmas mood will not be happening this year…