ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
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Sometimes something stands between us that has no name. We don't call it a problem, we don't call it fate. We just walk around it, as one walks around a wet patch on the ground: without drama, but aware that it's slippery. And I don't love you any less for it — just more carefully. Which is sometimes the same thing.
Sometimes there is something between us,
what has no name.
We don't call it a problem,
we don't call it fate.
We just walk around it,
like walking around a wet spot on the floor:
without drama,
but with the knowledge,
that it's slippery.
And I don't love you any less for it —
just more carefully.
Which is sometimes the same thing.
