Words from Paul Klee’s diary

Imagine that you have died. After many years of being away, you are allowed a single glance earthward. You see a lamppost and an old dog lifting its leg. You are so moved, you cannot help sobbing.

One day I shall be lying in the nowhere in the clouds near an angel somewhere abouts.

I had a dream I was flying home, where the beginning is. It began with brooding and the chewing of fingers. Then I smelled something or tasted something. The scent released me. At once, I was fully released, melting away like sugar in water.

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