“Dammit, I feel like running after a sheep. And then like catching it or just flicking it on the tail. And just run all I can. And before that be hit on the head with a ruler. That is, by the owner of the sheep. Moan. Feel the clayey sandy soil under my bare feet. Run through wild bushes, like a baby, all by myself. That’s why I play tennis. With closed mouth and body. Over the red court to my favorite food, water, in a green bowl in the middle of the it. Am I done now? And next to the bowl, a little knapsack. I feel so clever when I prompt to physical activity. So extremely bright.”
