stories

[Claudia Westermann]

My mailbox gets stuffed. 60 mails per day, sometimes more sometimes less. I 
do not read them all. Only some. And still there are much more. Who am I 
reading ? Why ?
 From an orchester playing a symphony I only hear some voices and notice 
sometimes that voices refer to others, which I have never heard. In the 
symphony, that is played, the voices I hear make many stories on different 
layers, they cristallize, sometimes they refer to each other and three 
stories become one for a short while before they seperate into five. I 
compose the concert I listen to. My choices make the music and generate my 
own voice in reply, sometimes one voice in a story of many voices.

Do you know who I am ? Do you believe the tease, the lover, the sunshine or 
one crying girl ? Is there a truth ? Why ?

You compose the concert you listen to. My voice is generated in reply. Who 
am I ?  The tease, the lover, the sunshine or one crying girl ? Is there a 
truth ? Why ?

Here I am voice in a symphony, which you can partly hear. You are the 
composer. My voice is generated in reply. Do you believe the composition ? 
Why ?

Am I the tease, the lover, the sunshine or one crying girl ? What would you 
like to believe ? Or is there one truth ? Why ?


Are you the composer of your belief in every story that is told ?

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Do you like stories to be true ?

Why ?