17.5.04
The King who was lost, and then found... Unconnected and disconnected the thoughts are. The pale light. Not the Moon, he still chases the Sun. The Sun is female, even the Germans think that. What warms us so, must be female. Horse-radish and cheese. No crackers, they're too dry. Big letters, sweeping letters. Why did I dream of killing her? The tram-pulling dream was much more enjoyable, even if it foretold pregnancy...
