Und: In Englisch!
«Time passes. Days evaporate on the hot stove-surface of everyone's life like small drops of rain that fell from the dreamtime-skies towards the bottom, the past.
Things accelerate. The scattered and spilled minutes and seconds re-bounce uncatchable through the room, a fragmented explosion that lasts discriminatively long, depending on perspective.
Life shortens. Every action stops just before ending, remains unfinished, patterns of behaviour evolve only to come to sudden ends, unprepared, leaving traces like a half-grown tree, askew.»
-fdm
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Ihr Senf, bitte. Am besten verdaulich und nicht zu dick aufgetragen.