What do you do when you’re sick of a boring cream Ikea sofa? Paint it, of course.
- Who now has no house, will not build one (anymore).
- Who now is alone, will remain so for long,
- will wake, and read, and write long letters
- and back and forth on the boulevards
- will restlessly wander, while the leaves blow.
Herbsttag (Autumn Day) by Rainer Maria Rilke