Pieces of paper

I have many things written for these chronicles on random pieces of paper, notebooks and the like. But I've never taken the time to transcript them for all of you to read them, for me to read them in a few days, months or years. In a way, they are lost in the midst of my life. But in a way, too, they are a part of my life. A temporarily lost part, but a part after all. Our artificial sense of order makes us think that disorder equals lost. Big mistake. Few things are more pleasant than finding a piece of paper temporarily lost in the midst of our lives, and meeting there a thought we once had in the train, as we contemplated the beautiful hair of a young girl reading another piece of paper.