It Is Still Summer, But The Summer

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.

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.

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.

Someone Who Eats Pancakes And Jam Can't Be So Awfully Dangerous. You Can Talk To Him.