But He Thought All The Strange Words

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

It Is Still Summer, But The Summer Is No Longer Alive. It Has Come To A Standstill; Nothing Withers, And Fall Is Not Ready To Begin. There Are No Stars Yet, Just Darkness.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.

Malander Had An Idea And Was Trying To Work It Out, But It Would Take Him Time. Sometimes People Never Saw Things Clearly Until It Was Too Late And They No Longer Had The Strength To Start Again. Or Else They Forgot Their Idea Along The Way And Didn't Even Realise That They Forgotten.

One Has To Discover Everything For Oneself. And Get Over It All Alone.