This feeling of total out of touch comes so soon... Just two weeks. And I am not just distanced - I am completely away. Start dreaming people. First those who are not 'on the front' of life. Distant relations, you know. No contact - but they are THERE for me, part of me. It is silly, but while we DO live in one country, in one space, in one time - we are together as long as I wish it so. They come to talk to me in dreams. First to float away... So lovely. So beloved. Familiar faces. No touch with back there - nothing established here. I smile - and walk away. Mind my own business. Oh, pretty much business...
hm.
Fun to live in different places. In the new hostel all the showers are Sparta-mode *_* To tap into mixed water you have to turn the sloooow switcher round through water stone cold AND the space is so closed - you just can't get away! Wakes me up pretty well. And here I can make my coffee. In a tea pot. But that's better than instant one.
I love licorice. Very much. Didn't know it.
Submitted my essays today. The weekend of hard work. Now sure both are complete rubbish. Fuck it all...