Status Updates From Vilhelms kamer

That summer, in my newfound tenderness for you, there was a hint of triumph, as though I had won some strange victory over you. When one is no longer in love with a man, one cannot believe anyone else could be either, and so one glides, liberated, into a sense of security both fragile and false, like skating on thawing ice.

No camera registers as ruthlessly as the young lover’s eye once the initial wave of blindness has subsided.

this is like a puzzle

Bis dato sehr sperrig und die Sprünge irritierend, aber von poetischer Schönheit!