Last night I decided to become even slower than I already am. I intend to do the things in a slow motion manner, like reading ( very very very difficult with piles, mountains of books waiting impatiently for me ) and writing ( with which I mean to write down only the most necessary words ), painting ( one layer of paint a day and preparing another panel or stretched linen ) and running ( giving every step my hundred percent attention, and not more than five kilometers ).
This morning a sentence came into mind while running, but at home I had forgotten what it was. This happens all the time.
The good thing is that I don’t need to write. I even deleted the foregoing paragraph. After that we went to see a friend from a very long time ago, I don’t know how long ago, all I can say is that I noticed that his curly hair was straight and painted black and that his front teeth were missing and that his hands were shaking. He had been very ill. The first few minutes he didn’t seem to follow what we were telling him, as if his mind was trembling too. But then I thought, he has always been like that, it was just such a long time ago. When we went away again he said he liked our visit and that would like to visit us too. But not that soon. I think that’s great. A great afternoon.
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