23 / Logbook from the CITY (oPide 112 118 209) / first entry in english / SF

I feel it clearly now, that the writing down of all that is happening, had happened and all  the incredible things that could happen - or could have happened, but their time has passed - will be in english, a language that spread over the worlds because of its primitiveness and abilities to produce misunderstanding. In my hands - used to the delicate language of german poetry - english will generate even more clumsiness; maybe, my words at last will tell nothing at all; maybe, if there ever should be a reader or a listener, she will be staring at my mistakes - and hopefully laughing.

If there should be any german speaking beings, they would dwell in clusters of fear and suspicions, doing ersatz-communication only when forced, otherwise speaking their empty words to the empty space beside each other.  

I decided: if there is a being listening and hungry , she will be listening in english, her listening maybe the same poor quality as my broadcasts.

It is very hard for me, but so i decided.

If You stumble upon my words and mistakes, please send me a message. 

There is no time to waste! No,  i see no signs of an end coming near. But a situation without a change over a long long time, a standing still, isn´t that an end?




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