I had a peculiar dream in which my boyfriend changed his relationship status to It’s complicated with Magdalena Szymaniec. Which, I must admit, would be just fair enough. It’s complicated and far away. Requires a contemplative monastery. Though I’m trained in being a nun. It’s an inter-subjective problem. And I have problems with facebook-saturated reality.
I dropped the blog for a while, but hey, here I am again. There was little or too much to write about before. Now, that I can exhibit some of the memories, I feel more at ease. I thought about writing. I think many people have these thoughts they wish they could write down. So, I wrote a mental book for a while. Actually, this entry started because I felt like writing down this boyfriend thought.
Things changed since I last wrote. I finished the school, I have no more assignments for a while, I drank a river of alcohol and I was generally more cheerful. Today, I’m going to vote for the first time. Exciting? No.
Anyways, I want to have a new beginning. I was reading a book about Nietzsche in which the author was quoting Nietzsche’s journal entries from when he was 14. Fuck, I never managed to write anything down when I was 14. Or I did. And it was crap. Well, poor biographers will have to say that I had a relaxed childhood. It wasn’t so. I would like to say that it was Nietzsche-like. But I had a father. Bummer.
Monochrome, woodcut
And home feels strange.
Amen
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