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“Tuesday morning it became clear that autumn was now on its way. There was a new coolness in the air. Drizzles later turned into hail. But between showers there was also intermittent golden sunshine that made the withering leaves light up like copper. A strong scent of damp earth and rot pervaded my morning walk down the familiar walkways and paths. I was melancholic. I thought intensely about death. Summer passes so quickly and who knows if it’ll be the last. Because death is tugging at me. And I have to hold on tight with my arms and legs not to give in. It’s strange, incomprehensible, that I, who desires life with such strong intensity, have this fierce drive in me. I found myself in the green darkness of the big trees. I’m this instance, linden trees. They always make me sigh. I put a heart-shaped leaf in my pocket. I sat on the ground, dug my hands in the loam and closed my eyes. What makes me drift around so restlessly in a world that I’m unable to enter even though it gives me the greatest pleasure when it pierces me? I sat this way for a long time as it poured and the rain ran down my face and I tasted it...”

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2.0

Each story is horrific, albeit often in a mundane way, but I didn't get them. I got nothing from reading them except the thought, "well that's horrific." DNF, I need something else to keep on with that.

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