Wonderful Hello! Hello! Hey, lets get together! At one? At two? At three?...hello!
... If it was thrown away as something unnecessary Farewell, my love!
from some window frame or some chest of drawers in the manufacturing process, it would have its own past as lumber and would have existed as the form of the window frame in the sun or a happy chest of drawers in a dark room while forgetting its former existence as lumber. And as thoughts like this lead to the missing window frame or the missing chest of drawers, something protrudes from the thicket of my chaos and hits me all of a sudden.
Do you have a cold? I have a cold
I need a day off to see a doctor, because Ive had a stomachache ever since last night.
Dad? What? You going to school tomorrow? What should I do? You should, shouldnt you? Yes. Long, long ago in a little town in Germany every night I would often see a young poet struggling to write stories. Im pretty sure his name was Friedrich von Schiller. He had a wonderful competitor, a splendid rival he always felt oppressed by. The masterpieces of that brilliant, quick, elegant man in Weimar always seemed to be produced with no difficulty.
Would Schillers works ever match up? Of course I walk a lot in Weimar and one night I sneaked in through that mans window. His name... Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Yes. Thats the man. He was writing in his study late at night. Yet with the strain of fatigue and sorrow written on his face. By day he was engaged in official business. He had no time to rest... Good night, Andersen.