Sorrows of a Young Man

The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

I tell the same story

For sure, if we wouldn't be loved we wouldn't be needed on this world. I can feel Jennifer would really hate to lose me. And the kids always want me to return. Today I was supposed to fix Jenn's computer, but the kids wanted me to tell them a story. I make them up on the fly but it's funny how they remember every detail, and when I tell the same story for the second time, they'll correct me whenever I take different routes I feel worth exploring. Like an author who's bound to the first version of his novel... no chance to change a thing, 'cause even if it might improve the form of a detail it would just hurt the overall feeling. So now I'm getting used to keep to the same flow over and over. It's like that – whatever's the first impression something makes on us (and it might be a crazy lie we're told), it will stick for forever, and dare those trying to erase that impression!

[I tell the same story]


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