Conversation April 9, 2015 10:54:19 AM – 10:55:34 AM

Did I drag you along to the outermost mountains? Notebook. Under fire. Suddenly one day, giraffes fell from your eyes. In the lips and in the skin. Two shirts hung up to dry in the room, one is crumpled, the other refuses to be straightened out. You must not disappear. Grey.

Resisted, but did nothing.

In there behind the forest.