Midnight-ing with Kierkegaard


He is looking at me with that face he makes when he thinks too much. This park is so quiet at night, and my feet feel so cold. I suddenly regret not wearing a shoes with very warm socks, this sandal looks stupid now. I am swinging in silence, looking back at him. I was about to say I am leaving when he suddenly asked, “What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”

“Not tonight, really, not tonight. I am going home. I need sleep, a long one”, I said back.

“Don’t you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?” he lift up his head a little bit as I am standing, ready to walk home.

“Damn, you are terrible person to talk to”, and I turn away, walking in a rush, thinking about my bed and questions it never asks.


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