The rembering-mental-summer-puzzle.
Right now, I only have the pieces of the borders. You know, those pieces that have a flat side, the ones that makes the frame of the puzzle. The ones that you find firstly.
So my situation is: sittin in my hideout with just the desklamp on, my table covered of tabacco, history books, lighters, notebooks, and so on.
And, under the white-sharp-desklamp-light, the summer puzzle.
If you see me standin on the hideout entrance, there's me bowing on the puzzle, whispering: 'God', repeatedly.
Hagel said that philosophy arrived like the hoot owl, that brought an intepreting light after the fact happened. Now, I don't know about philosophy I'm not, you know, a philosopher, but I hope that is the same in everyday life, you understand what happened after it happened, not while it was happening.
Maybe Hegel, he would already has interepreted my summer.
So while I'm trying to combine my summer into a complete puzzle, Johnny Cash is singing We'll meet again, and I should be studying.
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
'till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away!
So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know?
Tell them I won't be long!
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singin' this song:
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know?
Tell them I won't be long!
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go . . .
I was singin' this song:
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
We'll meet again, we'll meet again . . .
Sorry for grammatical errors
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