a letter
how does your mother look like? i saw a picture of your father, but i wonder about your mother.
sometimes when wandering around this city, i go to the huge local cathedral, sit down and watch all the tourists get in and out… sometimes a few locals hang around as well, drawing something. So i sit and eat something, or read, or take a picture.
i try to grok the whole human, and so i have to try and grok the church institution. The rules and rules and rules and rules… and wait, there is a feeling i recognize. So why all these rules? That doesn’t fit together.
Oh how much i believe in us humans, in that very sacred human feeling. How much i believe that it comes from us, the fearless, and not from somewhere above.
i thought of writing you, since i saw your pictures. but i am afraid of the walls of that religion. it already makes me blue.
i will listen to nina simone, you can sing a rainbow. i think she understood.
the atheist
