Lay those words into the dead man's grave which he spoke in order to live. (Paul Celan)
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
The real thing and the shadows
After a wile she deprived me of her. Could I cope with that? Given the circumstances I had no choice. And now that I knew her I didn't really need her anymore. She would go in the world like the shadows in Plato’s cave. She could even transform into someone else. I didn't care. The real person was staying with me and I would forever keep her protected from degradation.