Paths Are Made By Walking

Please — Consider Me A Dream.

Evil Is The Starry Sky Of The Good.

Religions Get Lost As People Do.

German Is My Mother Tongue And As Such More Natural To Me, But I Consider Czech Much More Affectionate, Which Is Why Your Letter Removes Several Uncertainties; I See You More Clearly, The Movements Of Your Body, Your Hands, So Quick, So Resolute, It’s Almost Like A Meeting.

When One Has Once Accepted And Absorbed Evil, It No Longer Demands To Be Believed.