Dear Rita,
These days I feel the weight of this time, a world that seems heavier than usual. I am finding it hard to justify having ‘fun’. Fun might seem to be trivial but I do miss it. Play. What does fun mean now?
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Fun
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Dear Hannah,
Today your world became very small; just you in this living space, with this one other person as a witness. No telephone, no news, no future work, no agenda or plans, nowhere outside of
here:
You find yourself running from one side of the house to the other across the bed in the middle (instead of walking around it) towards the kitchen and you decide to have lunch in a corner of the room on the floor. I don’t know what it means exactly but today this is funny to you. Light..headed..hearted. You eat your sandwich with your back leaning against the wall, just beside the chimney. You can almost hide behind it and you laugh since it’s such an odd place to sit. Outside it’s pouring and everything seems simple and uncomplicated from your tiny corner of the world today.
Now I remember us having fun together.