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free falling

A friend told me he got up with the sun this morning, happy. reading, scribbling - having a coffee and listening to the world slowly waking up. He biked to the office with his brain impatiently humming, his heart beating happily. He caught himself whistling stupid songs. A whole, wonderful day was before him.  And then he found someone has put this on the desk. He didn't care. He said. But: Was it there yesterday? Was it simply on a scrap-paper he picked up somewhere? It must have been. He must have overlooked it. But if not: Who put it there? Who has access to his office? What is this person trying to say? Certainly it was just a scribble he inadvertantly picked up. Right? yes, sure. (....But what if not?)