Days go by with not a single post, no scribbling, no motivation, no product whatsoever. So many things are going on, so much life at the same time, and yet I feel like I'm missing all of it. This month has started quietly, almost as if it was a secret that the world had agreed on not telling anybody, and before I know it the first few days are gone. When I look back and try to remember what I've done, all I see is a lot of question marks.
I mean, asking questions is good, right? It shows what, a certain level of comprehension, or at least a hint of interest in the matter. Questions. How come some people have no food but always beer in the fridge? That's a question. Or. How come some people skip their meals but make sure they always have dessert? They have three breakfasts a day and then a beer as a midnight snack. It's funny. But all good questions, if you ask me.
Something seems to be out of tune these days and I don't quite understand it. And I don't have to understand everything that's going on, frankly, I don't even pay much attention to what's happening in the world anymore. Why is that? I don't know, I don't care. People talk and talk and talk about shit; make things better; be good, be bad; buy this, do that. And then what? At the end of the day I'm still in a place that is highly disappointing.
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