15.11.2025
S: The conditions of writing are always changing.
A: Why?
S: Because the readers are always changing.
A: But does the mission not remain the same? To leave a witness to the life that is experienced?
S: What do we write for? Is it not love? Do we not write for love?
A: Perhaps you do. Many write for hate. And they are the ones that are read.
S: To hate hate and to love love, that should be the way.
A: People do not love love. They hate love. And they love hate. You wonder why they love hate so much.
S: Because it is much easier in this world to hate than to love. Love is what is difficult. Almost impossible.
A: Some love easily.
S: Is that real love? Surely real love is difficult. But to get back to the earlier point. The conditions of writing have changed. The grief is over.
A: Really?
S: If not over, then buried away.
A: What did you grieve?
S: Love itself. I jumped into her coffin. I danced with her corpse held in my hands.
A: It sounds excessive.
S: It was justified. And necessary.
A: Nothing is necessary.
S: You are mistaken. You forget the ardour and the passion of The Tiger.
A: If the conditions of writing have changed, follow the conditions. Follow the reader.
S: I follow her alright. And I also walk alongside her with her hand in mine. To connect and to make love, you take a journey together through words. The words are lights in the darkness that point the way.
diary of a lone man 