In Times Which Seem Like Self-Psychotherapy He Says To Himself:
Oh, Vienna

Novel: Times 1–4, Chapter 53 I don’t know what you make of his plans

Niet van der Zand
6 min readMay 27, 2023

What if you spoke to me, would it be like being a teenager in school again, wondering if Hazel Walters might go out with me. I knew it wasn’t you, or her, in the photograph; I could tell, by the longer, more wrinkled fingers, otherwise I might have made the mistake.

It seems more or less certain that our son will return to live with you in Devon, I met up with him in London on Saturday. He thinks it will take him at least six months to construct a suitable portfolio, before he goes off in search of work. He is though widening his horizons, I do believe that New Zealand, among many other places, will be considered, he hopes to visit NZ with you at Christmas.

I don’t know what you make of his plans; you don’t tell me, he doesn’t tell me, I don’t ask; instead I choose to simply enjoy his company, which I do. I admire his work. I admire his application to a task; I worry about his, might I say his naivety, in thinking that he can so clearly build a future. I never did, I never have.

There that is sufficient of an update I do believe, suffice to say that I am still thinking about you; you have undoubtably claimed your place in my…