Help! I am being haunted by the Eternal Recurrence of my favorite year. "Reality is a crutch" is one of the buttons I would see back then for sale at the Magus Bookstore. "War is good business; invest your son" was a favorite. I fell in love and took her to see a movie:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001:_A_Space_Odyssey_(film)Thomas, do you doubt me? Suddenly I see before me the fabled MONOLITH:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/53/African_monolith_2001.jpg Upon closer inspection, the object is real but it has a mundane explanation -- the Swedish lads are coming to the Burschenhaus and they are expected to sleep on air mattresses in the Wohnzimmer. So now one of the air mattresses is standing upright not close to me but directly in fron of me -- a Black Monolith -- and I feel haunted by Stanley Kubrick or Arthur C. Clarke. There was no Internet back then, so I clipped out a review of the movie and schnell-mailed it to her in an envelope. She made me start drinking coffee -- which either ruined my life or saved it -- I dunno which.
