Most of the time, I am thinking of nothing. I am only trying to exist in this moment. Breeze, water, sky, pavement. Work, food, work. To think, to contemplate, to fathom the incredible distance. To look down into the Rhine, in a straight line through the earth to where you are now, and how infitesimal you would be if I could see you. Like trying to ascertain the immesurable light years to the stars and galaxies. Only, what is so far is not a ball of hydrogen, but my very soul. To enter into this contemplation is to bring about tortuous sorrow, comfortless lonliness, inexcusable failure.
And so to choose life, to go on, I must choose to remain void, thoughtless.
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Everyone here misses you, and I really miss you. Right now I'm eating one of those German candies we bought, wondering if I'll ever go there at all. Don't be sad, just think carefully and make your best plan for us.
Lovus, May
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