Last night I cried in my sleep.

In the latter part of my life I have almost never cried. In 2009 one girl made me cry, and when Cleopatra S. was still a little one, I sometimes cried when I was in a state of deep intoxication and had fallen asleep in my chair with the headphones on.

But otherwise not.

I thought that the last night's crying was somehow healing. It was soft and humble.