as a child i threw a barrel down the hill. it was my expectation to see a spectacular crush. the barrel got stuck and so the spectacle got flat. it was my belief that this will pass as unmemorable. but that barrel is still there today. with a name. the other day she asked me to express my impression on her. it is my impression that i will never really know you, i expressed. you know what? you are always right in a way that seems to be wrong, she said. and here i go wrong again. i know her name. isn’t it great we are not gods?



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