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A hypothetical question, yet a foolish one. As we sat against the wall, trying to string words into sentences while drinking tea, he asked me, whether I would consider it. I laughed at the hilarity of this question. Unmöglich. Memories, especially nice ones, should just be kept into a jar, and to wish for something more — is stupid. What’s nice is almost always bad for you.

I haven’t told him about my dreams yet, that I tend to follow them like a prophecy to be fulfilled.