andere besucherInnen #1: allan und rin.
today's visitor is allan. (allan blinks.)
thing is, allan cannot be interviewed. he has this thing about not answering any questions. for me, that's not a problem, because i can feel what he feels, of course, but it is quite an effort to cross the bridge with him in tow.
i learnt today that bridges are often hard to cross (or so they say.) you have to think of false names and stories about yourself so the the guards believe you belong here and let you pass. i read about that today. there was this girl on a quest for revenge, and she made it, she got through.
me? i like them bridges, they don't scare me.
can take you to all ages, places, reality layers.
can have all kinds of faces, notes, photographs, letters, smell, wood,...

i dream a lot these days, which may be because i sleep a lot.
i don't remember much, not being used to writing the dreams down as soon as i wake up anymore. i used to do that, remembered much better then. yeah.

no, allan's not gone, why do you always say that? he still there, he just changed his shape into something smaller or merged with the background. why shouldn't he be able to do that? just because this text lives in a magicless world (that's what you might think.)?
now, you see, he's only a visitor, he can do what he likes. otherwise he wouldn't have come here in the first place.

cat is here, too, black and small, furry and velvety, purring by my side.
she can't be invited, i think she comes and goes to her own discretion. she's cat, after all.

i go to sleep now. it's much to late to sit here and tell stories.