Hopefully, it won't rain today. Dinner has been served earlier than usual, only I haven't eaten yet. Often, my hunger isn't for food. I will see later. Met this character today. He is one of those who know nothing but shout a lot in everything. That's how people like him want to hide their incompetence. [...]
Category: prose
Diarrhea diaries.
Woke up with a terrible diarrhea. Ate too many chocolate cookies last evening. I couldn't help it. It was raining and raining and there was nothing else to do. Also, I forgot to smoke yesterday. How could I forget that. I guess I just didn't feel the need to smoke otherwise I would have smoked [...]
Work work work.
Work work work work work work all week all day until evening. At night, it just rains and rains. It rains a lot. Too much rain to go anywhere or do anything other than sit in chair, drink coffee, smoke cigarette, drink beer, listen to music, read a little, think about the unfinished story, think [...]
I feel alright.
Eating breakfast and typing shit again. Went out to buy breakfast a while ago. These days, I myself do not do much cooking. Discovered a good small joint not far from here that makes really delicious breakfasts and meals. I just go there and buy and bring food home and eat. Saves my time. Gives [...]
Tomorrow is just another day.
No idea what my landlord is doing in the garden at 8 at night because at 8 at night, really nothing is visible here. By 8 at night, it gets really dark, so dark you can't see even your own dick were you standing in the garden. Ding Dong. The old woman has arrived with [...]
Dire Straits playing.
Dire Straits playing. Walked downstairs with an empty can of beer. Sat in my chair. Dire Straits playing. All the booze gone. All the evening almost gone. Feels too hot in this t-shirt. An urge to remove it and sit naked under the fan and feel an erection. Looking at the empty beer can on [...]
It is time and time it is.
Almost missed sunset. Now, time to drink Budweiser. Time to spend my evening and my night in my way. Time to forget mother and father and friends and brothers and sisters and servants and landlords and caretakers. Time to tear open the sack of chaos. Time for music and drinks and Van Gogh and Murakami [...]
Or maybe I am just talking shit again.
Life is a labyrinth. Sometimes, it's just too clouded inside the goddamn head. The goddamn head. The questions are many, the answers nowhere to be found. Maybe life is just about asking more questions. Maybe life is about wanting to find answers and never about really finding answers. Maybe life is about sitting somewhere and [...]
Another and all the same.
Resumed reading Van Gogh's letters. Met with another accident last night. Second accident in one month, second of my life. Truth is a bitch that's always around. Truth is your shadow. Blood has stopped flowing. Wounds have been kept hidden, just like last time. Everything is like the last time, only this time, I got [...]
Same old shit coming around.
Had been away from my desk. Had been on the roof for three whole evenings and quarter nights. It wasn't like I had anything important to do on the roof. I was just staring at the sky and feeling utterly cold out there and walking round and round in that little space and drinking beer [...]
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