Chapter 60, Page 11, Paragraph 27

There is little difference between reality and fantasy. Reality ends, fantasy doesn't. I don't know how that works, but I believe it.

Now that I've introduced myself, you must forgive me for lying to you. I don't know the difference between fantasy and reality, that is why I'm still pushing the keys of this little machine.

It's always like this between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Soon enough, the snow is gone, and it's Easter. Or another funeral.

Mine may be next. I get slower every day. And dumber. I don't like that. But I live with it.

Bloodwise, I have one Aunt, a Son, a Daughter, and four nieces and nephews left. I don't know how much cousins are worth. I don't stay in touch with them. Don't know their pains or joys and don't really care. With few exceptions, they were no part of my world. Those who were need no explanations. We bore it out we came home alive. And then we found it wasn't home.

Merry Christmas.

Ich Vermisse Dich

Ich vermisse dich
zurueck kommen von eine Reisse
ist ganz anderes
wenn du bist nicht da
wenn ich kann nicht sagen
ich bin am Suedwall

Hier ich bin ganz allein
immer allein