Wednesday August 26
 

My head is pounding.
I don’t know what happened.
In front of me there is a tower.
Behind me trains are passing by.
I see a tree, an emaciated cucumber, a house and a mountain top.
I immediately want to climb this mountain but my legs won’t let me.


I stay where I was lying and take a paper.
I will climb back up, but I won’t do it alone.