Meistersinger, I know that guy,
he was here yesterday. I said to
him: 'And then you have changed
the expectations for every last thing
that exists. There is no life left after
that.' He nodded, and sat down once
more, without ever having risen.
There was a big, old, white house
over his shoulder - I knew it, and
could see its crumbling form.
Continual in its descend.