bluntie

today for the first time i hated london and england, but then just as i looked out my window onto the slow darkening of a damp sun-less sky, a tiny light came on in a neighbouring house and it looked warm. and my own room was warm too. the problem with reading Viktor Frankl’s Nazi death camp memoir Man’s Search for Meaning is that every time i try to mope i hit my head against a wall of relative luck and comfort.

a couple of weeks ago my dream was so vivid: of this children’s book called Lupinchen. I bought it from amazon but it is in german. judging from the beautiful illustrations: a story about a girl called lupinchen who (of course with her funny friends) builds a house from paper. poor lupinchen, before her decorations and dinner parties are complete the winds blow the house away and  it is skillfully transformed into an origami paper plane and then, crash-landing in the ocean, into a paper boat. eventually, and after having discarded all her crockery, this too sinks, and the paper can’t save her. so a big bird does. it’s beautiful.

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