Today sitting outside  drinking coffee a young handsome German sat alone, also. I thought of being from Germany, alone. He smiled when anyone spoke to him. And the jaws of the streets clanked open and shut. And light splashed hesitantly on shadow. And my arms and eyes were alive. And the surroundings seemed on the verge of something—like the buildings all wore false fronts that at any moment would diminish, exposing their true surfaces. Like the layers of meaning behind everything would soon go on parade. Like the spirit within the living would soon wear out the flesh. Like history and the future were bursting from the present. The waiter saying, you look familiar, have I seen you here before? So many people say that, I’m positive we have all known each other before, just as the wind comes back to know us anew.