epilogue

having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.

the final supper

I take a shower to warm up after my daylong stroll in the rain. Then I dress again. I am hungry. I don’t think food will kill this hunger, but I go out again nevertheless.
It’s going to be a long night.

cows can’t fly – they climb

Memory is a strange thing. Thinking back to the events that led me here, some things are already blurry, out of focus. I remember many details, about the university I held my lectures in. About the hotel room and the passage where I hurt my head because it was so low. About dinner on the [...]

RE: …

what else is there to say?
perfect. music to have a glass of chardonnay by. or a bottle, depending.
music to think about the as-ifs of your life.
m.
ps:
found out your REAL email address.
cc’ed this mail to there.
no, don’t ask me. I have my sources. what, I’m a journalist.
also hacked the login.
surprise: it’s “dropdeadcompetent”.
without the “”, of course.
might [...]

day 3 – enter the moebius strip

This day was my last day in this city. In the evening I would board the plane and leave. Four more hours with the group, lunch, some spare time, then I would be on my way back home.
It had been really clever of me to book the early flight out, not the alternative one [...]