Whoever wanted to enjoy the world faces an impossible task. Stupidity is not funny. Wisdom isn't jolly. Hope Is no longer the same young girl et cetera. Again and as always, and as seen above there are no questions more urgent than the naive ones.
Nothing here seems changed, and yet something has changed.
Nothing has been moved, and yet there's more room. And in the evenings the lamp is not on. One hears footsteps on the stairs, but they're not the same. Neither is the hand that puts a fish on the plate. Something here isn't starting at its usual time.