Boat tied — Dominik wrote it down

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of boat tied — dominik wrote it down than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did. If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread. I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread. Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Someone will ask again in a week. The answer will have the same shape: read the paper, read the board, write two lines if you need a bed, and do not invent a meeting that was only rain.

I read this walking out to the path. My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room. No drama intended.