ess so a genuine one—just for a fes—and amplify my distance from reality. Naturally Id o be able to return to t any time, as soon as topped. Presumably t people can only be end craziness and genuine craziness ly observed t people are naturally predisposed to mental illness. Im surprised so fe t t me rigively crazy. A ill a baby; ting in  do a t  grab t really open , cant sime t do somet no t take in t see t ting gaze is searcrangely, my observation of ts me find my o reality. Only to er at a time. I close my jacket and he crazy family walks away, giggling.

    My apartment is sitting t and clueless. I dont feel miserable celep pick up. I take off my jacket and cut a slice of bread. I very mucastes. I take off my glasses and rub my eyes. Just as Im about to put t of my o tone tile of t lens is c on my glasses and look at myself in ts instantly clear t I  be getting any ne ttle co teleper all. Its Susanne.

    I found a letter from you, s you e me eighteen years ago.

    Eigonelessly.

    Yes, seen years ago in August t Susanne…

    But  involved eighteen years ago, were we?

    No, says Susanne, at least nothing happened.

    So ter say? Is it embarrassing?

    No, says Susanne, love is embarrassing for you, but not for me.

    hing.

    S to you?

    No, I say, its enougo read it later.

    Youll soon o do t, says Susanne, because I  to invite you to a little dinner party Im having for a few friends and colleagues.

    Do I knooo?