Linn went off to wash her new apartment so I’m alone today. I haven’t been alone long enough to think properly for some time (and when I was I had too much to do) so I’m looking forward to this. I’ll spend it writing, I think, and drawing a bit. I want to look through some old short texts and then write on my current one, I think it’s going to be long (but who knows). I’ll write about trees and zeppelins and other exciting stuff.
The sun pretends it’s summer, there’s a bumblebee outside my window and my tomato plants are growing. I’ll go make some South African tea.
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tea and loneliness and writing pretty much sums up my life at the moment, too. and i've never really yearned for more, i guess. still, it's a shame nature is so fixed on pretending these days, i mean; why can't it just act.. naturally?
Sounds like your life is good then? I wish I could have more of it, yesterday I was so content, you know? It was beautiful just making up things again.
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