es ist das, was dort ist, jenseits von Dir.
To know what time is, is in its essence about causality, as constantly unnoticed arrow, shaping the invisible continuum.
ssshhh seen her passing? this form of absence reminds me of it again. how geometry strikes me spending those days in front of a blue like cobalt sky. nothing remaining of the blanc irritating spaces invisible like the air we breath will have to make up our own reasonable minds.
the elevator in my dream is not a usual one, it seems unfinished, moving slowly and everything is floating… when I shut the doors, it has obviously its directions. when I press up, it goes down or it stops suddenly inbetween the floors shaking… what I don’t know is why or where to but I …