Possible Worlds

Have you noticed it really doesn’t matter if geographical maps be upside down or not? just imagine the world map with Australia on the top left corner! Imagine tierra del fuego in the top right with the tip tending toward left.
What if the Southerners had conquered the world? The British island in that lonely corner down there.

“The Trial”

I am the agent who is appointed to read this blog. I will ask him tomorrow if he really believes in what he writes. That we again can meet at any place he wants, in a coffee shop, in a parking lot, in a pub. Or we can take him to the office because it is more comfortable here. I will interrogate him here. We will be polite.

Coming of age

As soon as we see life as a chance of more forty or fifty more years, then it is the time to wonder. At that time we have passed a bridge we won’t pass twice. It is coming out of the rebellious seconds of a revolting youth to the boring years of the rest. I see it coming, I hide on a detour.

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He is reading this. In a corner of a “coffee shop” he sits. He wants to talk to the strangers. He wants to know if they ever get bored and do stupid things. “Did you accept the offer?” Poor guy, I look at his teeth blackened by the pain and stress. He listens to the phone calls.
Coffee shop! Coffee shop! What else can one find in a Caufie shop?
He throws away the book: “it is overrated buddy, it is overrated.” He is smoking a horn. He shakes the torch toward me. “I am with the girl in the photo”, and he knows he has found the photo in some weathered Brecht shit sold in a rainy used bookstore in Amsterdam. “I am in love with her”, he believes. I know, we all are.

He goes out of the window.