Dösen, Lesen, Denken, Warten – damit kann sich ein Sonntag füllen, wenn die Sonne brennt und man ihr stundenlang den nackten Körper aussetzt. Immerhin: die Döserei ist ein Schweifen im Vielerlei. Man betupft da Gewesenes, Seiendes, künftig Mögliches.

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