Das Verschwinden vor dem Inneren Auge
Memories are fleeting. They penetrate our imagination, put us in a moment of trance and then disappear again. They will never return in the same way. In the search for them, we screw ourselves into ourselves.
Memories are fleeting. They penetrate our imagination, put us in a moment of trance and then disappear again. They will never return in the same way. In the search for them, we screw ourselves into ourselves.
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