$MASKS

I believe in people, I believe in life. I have one criterion of “the present” — shame or not. Am I ashamed of these shots? No. Let’s move on. And what about these? I’m ashamed of these. That’s it, we’ll put it away… Naturally, I doubt a lot of things, but no one should know about it. I only share joy. Being with someone in grief is the easiest thing. “Such a loss,” etc. But rejoicing together when everything is good for you is a different matter. In my forty-six years, I’ve tested this several times. Back when I was thirty-three, I came up with a toast: “God grant that all good words be spoken to my back.” Do you understand? Not to your face. Everyone can speak to your face, but as soon as you turn away… I live in the future, kneeling before the past.