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The cold covers me, like the hoarfrost the flowers in the winter, which have forgotten to wither, which took the summer into the fall and the first frost. They wanted too much, hoped and wished too much. No, I’m not throwing my leaves, they thought, because the sun is still strong enough for the first …

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Die Kälte überzieht mich, wie der Raureif die Blüten im Winter, die vergessen haben, ganz zu verblühen, die den Sommer mitnahmen in den Herbst und den ersten Frost. Sie haben zu viel gewollt, zu sehr gehofft und gewünscht. Nein, ich werfe meine Blätter noch nicht ab, dachten sie, denn die Sonne ist noch stark genug, …

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Nothing is as seductive as your own dissatisfaction. I grabbed the leashes and the dogs and slammed the door shut behind me to give my annoyance even more expression. As if that was still necessary. I just wanted to get out of this situation of frustration and misunderstanding. The dogs were a little surprised, but …

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Nichts ist so verführerisch, wie die eigene Unzufriedenheit. Ich habe mir die Leinen und die Hunde geschnappt und schlug die Türe hinter mir zu, um meiner Verärgerung noch zusätzlichen Ausdruck zu verleihen. Als wenn das noch notwendig gewesen wäre. Ich wollte nur noch hinaus, aus dieser Situation der Frustration und des Unverstanden seins. Die Hunde …

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„I have to talk to you,“ you had started, back then. Although this was just three days ago. For a long time, you had worn yourself to tell me that, just what you had to say to me, and even longer had this malaise been in you. At first only marginally, just like a little …

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Christian sat down on the couch. Martinique on the ground. She always did that when she wanted to think fully. Connectedness. And if it was just the floor of a room. „It used to be a mystery, a secret,“ Martinique began, communicating her thoughts, „then people discovered the mystery, demystified it. We now know about …

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„Then comes Nietzsche again to the hand kiss,“ said Christian, „whether he would have appreciated it, if you quote him in this context.“ „If he publishes it publicly, then he must expect that he will be quoted,“ said Martinique succinctly. “But when it is said of God that He created the world, as Christians, for …

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Amongst people, surrounded, encircled, surforced, fenced, distrustful, anxiously encircled, depending on the temperament, yet so much expanse, this forced proximity in the tram, waiting room, snake, which is a ditch, silhouetted between me and the surrounding, immoderate, silenced, looking at the ground or into indeterminacy, insignificance.

There was no moon. And also no stars. Naked we lay. On the bed. Half covered. Half uncovered. You on your back. The arms. Left and right. The head on the cushion. Breathing Asleep. Middle of the night. Three and four. Or four and five. I can be wrong. I’m wrong. I’m always wrong. I’m …

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