1:01:02
My contentment was complete.
1:01:04
l felt a strange urge
to tell a funny story.
1:01:09
But l couldn't speak.
1:01:12
But that didn't distress me.
1:01:14
The feeling of hovering was closely
connected to my muteness...
1:01:19
and my brain was intensely
focused on my hands...
1:01:23
or rather my fingertips.
1:01:29
There was a little eye
on every finger...
1:01:34
that perceived this glittering
whiteness with twinkling delight.
1:01:44
lt felt good like this.
1:01:49
lt could remain this way.
1:01:56
l thought...
1:02:00
or rather l didn't think at all. lt
flowed like a ribbon across my lips:
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''lf you are death,
then l welcome you, dear death.
1:02:15
lf you are life...
1:02:19
then l welcome you, dear life.''
1:02:25
l am in a closed room
without windows or doors...
1:02:29
but also without a roof or walls.
1:02:32
Perhaps l'm locked
in a sphere or an ellipse.
1:02:35
l'm not sure. lt didn't occur to me
to examine the contours of the room.
1:02:41
l dreamt that l woke
from a deep slumber.
1:02:47
l was lying on the floor,
which was as soft as a thick carpet.
1:02:51
lt was nice and warm,
and l was content.
1:02:56
Katarina lay beside me.
She was still immobile, fast asleep.