We Make Our Own Truths

It Wasn't That I Forgot Hanna. But At A Certain Point The Memory Of Her Stopped Accompanying Me Wherever I Went. She Stayed Behind, The Way A City Stays Behind As A Train Pulls Out Of The Station. It's There, Somewhere Behind You, And You Could Go Back And Make Sure Of It. But Why Should You?

The Odyssey Is The Story Of Motion Both Purposeful And Purposeless, Successful And Futile. What Else Is The History Of Law?

Why Does What Was Beautiful Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths?

I Can't Say I'm Thankful About Being German Because I Sometimes Experience It As A Huge Burden. But It Is An Integral Part Of Me And I Wouldn't Want To Escape It. I Have Accepted It.

When We Open Ourselves You Yourself To Me And I Myself To You, When We Submerge You Into Me And I Into You When We Vanish Into Me You And Into You I Then Am I Me And You Are You.