Today I saw a deer in the meadows and a daddy with his Canadian Goose down super coat in mediterrenean hot summer. That is okay, I only wondered: are you so cold, or is this your way of living? Of course I kept it to myself.
Yesterday I was reading a story by Haruki Murakami in his last volume of short stories called ‘First person singular’. Its personage is studying literature and claims not wanting to become a novelist. All his fellow students want to.
There are lots of flies and an ant, biting my ankle. In the prescription of our house, inside and outside, it is said that flies are very fond of the draft.
My very very very very best friend has started a jigsaw puzzle out of a series ‘Alte holländische Meister’: Gezicht op de Stille Rijn, Leiden by Hendrik van der Burgh. Ca. 1660. It has only 480 pieces, but I like to help now and then. To solve a puzzle or a riddle is like running. The action is full of richness of the moment, and this is all there is. Nothing more or less. Its difficult and at the same time the easiest thing in the world. Like making a piece of art.
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