Paranoid.

I wake up and get ready to go for a walk. My walks here are often 10 km long. I go here and there, with no real destination. Sometimes I don't feel like walking -- I go to the nearest tram or bus stop and wait. Tram stops and I press the button. Doors open, … Continue reading Paranoid.

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… and only artists know it.

I have thought about the title for too long. Maybe someday I will go through my blog once again and try hard not to cringe. But right now I feel content about these thoughts I am about to write down here publically, for everyone who might read it. This will be all over the place, … Continue reading … and only artists know it.