einmal ist keinmal
I cheated on my plan and took Pavel's copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being from the shelf, out of order, because I miss his handwriting. He underlined the part about eternal return. Einmal ist keinmal. Once is nothing.
This Sunday afternoon I walked by the dam. Past the ferry stop the path splits: left, up through the trees, where Pavel and I always went, or straight on along the water.
I took the trees.
I don't know why I could do it this year. I went all the way up to where our bench used to be. It's still there. Someone has carved a heart into it, very badly.
I sat for a long time and nothing bad happened.