i still don’t know what time it is, and i am supposed to be at carlo’s office at 11. my awareness slowly grows, it’s thursday. weather feels right, not too warm, sun rays feel strong. i guess right, there’s a guy locking up his old cursing bike. i do that, and my curiosity makes me go and peek through the window. one has to exit the bed through the feet of the mattress, which might become a difficult task when one just woke up. the room is as wide as both beds, so there’s no easy way to get out of bed. i am in berlin, this is my room, with its two single beds side by side. then, consciousness takes over, and i remember i live in berlin now. someone is locking up his/her bike, making a lot of noise.
the window is open, and the noise downstairs is probably the cause of my awakening. I felt bloated, I had too much food for dinner last night. i didn’t know where i was, as often happens lately. I forgot my moleskine, so all my iphone ideas are gone. I havent been able to work at home lately. Però m’ha fet gràcia rellegir-la… Aquí vé: Sembla que vaig voler fer una sessió d’escriptura sense un rumb concret, just abans de publicar la versió final d’OmmWriter Dana. Després de casi 2 anys sense afegir res al blog, aquí estic afegint un text “de l’època”. Acabo de trobar això a la meva carpeta “Random Stuff”.
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