I see the whole episode in my memory as if it were a very crisply photographed black and white movie. Directed by Bergman perhaps.We are playing ourselves in the movie version. If only we could escape from always having to play ourselves !

Together they are a long skin interface, flowing sweat, close as muscles and bones can press, hardly a word beyond her name, or his.

He called it a mastodon (which means, a touch unexpectedly, “nipple-teeth”).

Do I then strive after happiness? I strive after my work!

Written By Friedrich Nietzsche

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