Archive for September, 2009

06:55, on a September morning which makes me doubt for the first time in four months whether I should wear a jacket or not. Nah, today is a t-shirt day. I sit in the train, surrounded by grumpy looking people, and I am sure I look just as grumpy. I don’t like that. I change it. I am in a train, learning with my head, on my way to learn with my hands. I am tired, yet it feels good. It feels good to hear an alarm, it feels good to sip steaming coffee with puffy eyes. All I can think is: it’s nothing special, you are going to work, just like the rest of the world. Yet after spending years and years trying not to be like the rest of the world, I now welcome it. Hell, I more than welcome it. I offer it something to drink, dinner to eat, I roll out a red carpet for it, I…Well, you get the idea. 7:05 now. On my way to yet another photo studio. But I am not the model today, I am the assistant of the assistant of the photographer. And I am reading, not another whodunnit pageturner, but about the psychological development of my future nephew. How about that.

Sometimes you have the will to write, the time to do it, yet no inspiration to create. Since my dear Japanese laptop decided to die on me, I am painfully aware of all the things I wrote on him, without backing them up, without putting them on here. A waste of weird thoughts, translated into equally weird words. The only one missing them though, is me.