31.02

              Too many things are going on around me. Evening has come… I see avenging hands reaching towards me… Passionate, maddening, unbearable, pulling back and again reaching out toward me, without stopping… It is difficult to give my mind another direction, to pretend that this furious and aggressive accusation against me is not going on.

Into the same river you could not step twice, for other — and still other — waters are flowing.