philosophie.

bean bag day

Last night was spent sitting in a cafe in Little Italy, sharing the night with the summer rain. Young people dressed up in hip wear, girls running around in leather and exposed skin.

Today is the day I bought myself a bean bag.

I saw a lot of friends yesterday working at school.

These days I feel contradictory, dillusional and tired. More and more of a need to be secluded.

Is it really possible that there are humans born on the planet but heart and mind live elsewhere?