But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.

Such silly things, children -- and so embarrassing -- because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something. While animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.

...the reasons just reassemble themselves in different patterns every time I think about it.