The possibility to answer a direct question with the words „I do not know“ is a surreal, almost magical conversational option. There are many things I do not know, including about my own preconceptions and decisions. Stating this truth, however, seems like eluding a duty, seems like failing somebody dear. I rarely take the option, instead electing to come up with some mental scaffolding or a haphazardly constructed theory about my motivations. These may be well-intended. Sometimes, „I do not know why“ is the truth and the most elegant reply, especially when the question concerns an innately personal decision. (Listening to Mr. Sakamoto)
Januar
Dies ist ein Text aus dem Januar 2018. Verschlagwortet unter: Leben. Kopie aus dem Textdokument 2018.txt, das meine Notizen dieses Jahres enthält, vermischt mit Zitaten, Verweisen, noch zu lesenden und zu sehenden Dingen und den Sedimenten des Alltags.