Too much happened too fast, like a plot twist in a book. But unlike the reader, I can't go back a few pages to reread and understand what happened.
With my headphones on my head I'm moving forward, one day at a time.
Impossibility is sort of phantasmagoria and we go after it not knowing what it is.
The library is made by its readers and the writers.
We never really take the 'new' in New Year seriously do we? I know I don't.
We take such good care of our belongings but never of ourselves.
This time of the year we all look back, we try and take our pitfalls with a pinch of salt, and ponder on all the wasted time
I can wish that the weekend should have been better, but I'll just put it to rest and move on.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
Even English has become a gamble, I don't know what constitutes English anymore.