Where is the hole?
Ah, this black thing right in front, opening up just for you.
I’ve been dreaming of your name again last night, woke up with these pictures again and I begin to understand the rules…your self-set rules. As you always asked me to play, I guess I have to simply play along with you by your rules.
I know this realisation does not come too late.
This afternoon I wonder if my mother suffered as much as I did when my grandfather died.
”Und wenn mich die Erinnerung quält, such ich dich in der Dunkelheit…”