De wakker geet. Ik lag wikker. De zijn schont. Ik gou dachen. Ik ward not.

En vraag me af of vandaag die perfecte replica van gisteren worden zal. Of is vandaag anders? De uitgang van vandaag, -dag blijft, iedere dag, hetzelfde. Vandaag dag. Vandag daag. Niet dat het erg is dat het hetzelfde is. Misschien integendeel. Zonder regelmaat kan men heus niet handig leven. Vandaar.

Hopla. En nu is hij relaxen.

Yeah, the promise still stands: when I finally receive the package with internet these writings will occur more often. Because I am only every now and then in the university library. It’s funny what life consists of when one doesn’t have internet to stay in touch with the world around him or her.

The last times I spend so few hours on the computer for weeks at a time must be a decade ago. The funny part is: I can’t say I am missing out on things, I am still alive, I am not traumatised  of loneliness. The hardest part is being unable to stay in touch with my digital friends: because I really enjoy exchanging chat messages with Esra, Nobravery and lots of other people.