Paul Célan: greek God of contradictions. German, maybe French, and I read him in English.

Black coffee: heart-mending tool that may cause heart palpitations.

Reading Paul Célan is good for the heart. My heart is torn.

Take-out cofffee is for later, and when later is now, there will be coffee.

I’ll become a writer in the virtue of heart-mending.

When I write, I am torn between completeness and complete fragility. I swing between sentences in
my head.

What’s torn is the head, what swings is the heart. Afterall, the heart is just an idea that is as real as the organ.

Organs fail, ideas persist.

The heart-idea palpitates stronger than flesh and blood.

Paul Célan wrote about rooms in the heart. I am lost.

The heart-idea has a shadow that persists. You can’t see the shadow, you only read the words.

One day, I’ll write words made of pen shadows. One day I’ll mend my heart.

For now, I am drinking take-out black coffee.