"Why are the silhouettes of the people on the floor so beautiful?" I was also wondering when my aesthetics became so abstract.
"My world view always seems to be affected by trees. Do trees also have sexual desire?" I shook my head, as if I was not sober again.
"Am I a tree? I have to stand still, and then wait for the branches in my body to take root, until they bloom and fall on the piece of land with the graceful silhouette of a woman. Only then can my life seem to be satisfied."
