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Day N+1 Confusion

 

    Day N+1:

As you can see I am confused with weekdays I always mix Tuesday and Thursday and I cannot write Wednesday properly. Time flies, and I feel trapped. I am free though, I cannot complain, I can do whatever I want to do. But the only thing I can think about is the fact that I am trapped. Locked down. Tighten up. To a future, I didn’t even choose already. I am the cork of myself, waiting to be popped. It tastes so nice, but the bottle is ugly and simple. I want to be shacked in every direction in every corner of the room. The room of my existence, I require and more or the less impose, implore for exposure, pleasure and brief breathing. Doubting? Promptly, maybe, a little bit or a bite. 


A tiny piece, a tiny slice, a patch of remembering, a piece of oneself. 


    later that day:

It’s all about duration, about how to enjoy the present moment. But it’s not enough, I want more or less. I want it all, all on in, all together. The past, the present, the future, myself, themselves and what’s in between us.

Location: Londres, Royaume-Uni

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