07.03.2026
A: You have a lot of stamina, spinning all these plates constantly.
S: I come from the poor. I come from farmer stock. We are superhuman and we are invincible. Nothing and no one can crush us.
A: You look well on it.
S: That is well. Because I am recovering from the night of joy.
A: Really? What was this night?
S: There was one who I was with and we explored the magic of this world together.
A: A fellow traveller?
S: One who holds my hands and meets my eyes.
A: And how do you recover from the dark night together?
S: The drug that enfolds the mind is strong. The heart is full but longs for more. Her picture comes to the eyes. The skin remembers her touch, this hand her hand. The words that she spoke still dance and I still learn the choreography of her face and body in every moment.
A: These nights of joy suit you.
S: Why not? I am the poet and the lover.
diary of a lone man 