Day 1980, stuck.

When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.

Day 1979, sail.

It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.

Day 1842, tool.

At work

I have more tools to cut

trim or straighten

all the access I encounter

then I have in my life


how strange.

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