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| London 2014 |
Waking up before dawn. The darkness of the sky.The warmness of the coffee cup.
Silence.
Then noise and brownian movement.
Then silence again.
A spider web in the raw morning sunlight. An orange-yellowish sky as I wait to cross the street.
Crowded subway.
An old lady carrying two bags of flowers. People walk by."Let me help you with that!" She's a blend of olden day elegance, simplicity and poverty. "Have a good day! Thank you again, dear!"
Rush, rush, rush.Catching two green trafficking stops.
Faith in humanity is shattered.
Blue skies getting swallowed by grey clouds.
By 11, I get hungry; I might be a hobbit.
"Some girls are bright as morning
And some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind"
Writing. Not writing. Writing. Not. It's a process. The mind gathers pollution.
Faith in humanity is rebuilt.
At 1:11 a mild existential crisis ensues.
A short walk to buy lunch. It rains. A bikini bottom hangs from a tree. I stopped asking why a long time ago. A bag of apples left near the cash register. "Here's your coupon, If you follow the instructions, you could win a trip". Not with my luck. Back inside, enjoying the warmth.
Mild existential crisis subsides. Today I was reminded why I went to law school; words are magical and mathematical at the same time. A question still plagues me how do I unravel this torment.
Back in the rain. Sneakers squeak. Feet are cold. I wanted to buy a fountain pen as a gift for my future self. I bought a book instead.
Rain. Rush. Crowded. Rush. Rain.
Irgendwie, erstaundlich, Fingerabdruck, hinein, leidenschaftlich, Vergiftung, überaschen, etwas Schönes. Die großen blauen Pferde. German expressionism.
Rain. Tram. Rush.
Eat.
Washing the make-up off my face.
Cozy in bed.
Sleep.
Tomorrow is another day.
