irgendein kind läuft durch glatte strassen vorbei an stahlbeton und glas ignoriert euer starren, eure gesichter fliegen vorbei liest strassennamen nicht mehr liest eure gesichter nicht mehr es verlässt eure stadt und erwähnt sie nicht mehr
11.2.12
"What if, on a crowded street, you look up and see something appear that should not, given what we know, be there. You either shake your head and dismiss it, or you accept that there is much more to the world than we think. Perhaps it really is a doorway to another place. If you choose to go inside you may find many unexpected things."
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“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in
my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was ...