The Cloud’s Shadow That Passes Over the Grass’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina
I am writing in my diary. Dear Diary, I write, but then I’m not quite sure what to say. What did I do worth reporting today? I almost put my diary down without writing anything, but then it comes to me. I press the tip of the pen just under the Dear Diary. I was, I write, here today, writing these words.