… She shrugged her shoulders and stared blankly at the window. Her reflection looked right through her. It is already tired of these absurdities. Day after day. Endlessly. Soullessly. Without…
And wow, again before going to bed … In the most sore spot. Yes, there, to be honest, there is no place anymore, but … That’s how to stand and look. To nowhere, to emptiness, so that it fills you and displaces everything that will not let you fall asleep again.
It’s good to have windows…