Self-pity on a Sunday in April
I went for a walk in the afternoon.
I don’t like all the people with their masks.
I don’t like people without masks, they are suspicious.
I don’t like the people I encounter,
Because they force me to pull up my annoying mouthguard.
I don’t like the empty streets because I don’t encounter anyone.
I don’t like myself because I’ve had too much of it these past few weeks.
A friend recommended me to go to the balcony and look at the stars, they are especially beautiful to see right now, but it’s cloudy here.
At least you can smell the neighbor’s lilac.
That’s good.
Listening to “Song of the Wind” by Carlos Santana, I still like it.
That’s good too.
by Georg Hofer, translated from the original German by Facebook’s algorithm
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