The familiar, indecipherable string of words again this morning, like every morning. Johannes spoke in a way few people do -- the words themselves had been disconnected from the meanings we tend to attach to them, for the most part, and "Did you check the mailbox" may come out of the nowhere, while "is you ginger hair new" has no obvious correspondence to reality. But that is irrelevant.

Johannes smiled when he spoke, and one could tell more from his expression and hand gestures than the everyday phrases or unexpected comments where he was. He insists on this exchange, and probably enjoys it. Sometimes the words are muffled, but a smile and neutral remark in return might be enough to give the illusion of verbal conversation, which really just hangs over the more important dialogue -- the joy of human community, something about which he is eloquent.

'I wanted to tell you several things.'
'What? I'm listening.'
'It was all so long ago I wanted to say them, I forgot. You know, I sometimes ask myself, when I'm doing something completely mundane: will I remember this? Asking myself this question, I always think I will. Nine times out of ten I don't. But sometimes flashes come back unexpectedly. Maybe I'll remember what I wanted to say a decade from now.'