I feel so sluggish and tired that even breathing is an immense effort, my eyes are constantly pulled downwards and breathing in and out feels short and tense, as if I am in a state of chronic hyper-ventilation. Outside, there is no sun, no moon, no stars to be seen, everything is gray and dreary.... Lees verder →
She was standing in the street, shouting, ‘You bastard! Yes, just leave now like a cowardly dog with your tail between your legs and leave me alone, forever!’ That's how I found her, completely upset and crying, wearing only a kimono with nothing underneath, a pink top peeking out onto the street. I walked towards... Lees verder →
She stood next to me. Her beauty was felt throughout my entire body, like blood that began to flow faster and faster every time I looked at her. I wished I would merge with her, wished that by closing my eyes I could escape from my shell and feel what she felt. All I felt... Lees verder →
Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
On my way with who else, Jack Kerouac and Jean-Paul Sartre, I'm reading, dreaming and longing for freedom on the train. Away. The night before, I went out with Mr. K and Rusty. Mr. K is an eternal doubter and optimist rolled into one. He goes for what he wants like a Ferrari, but when... Lees verder →
I was in one of those periods of absolute uselessness, I no longer knew what I wanted, why I wanted something and how I wanted it. I was looking at the most mindless movies, I was on pills for a cold that wouldn't go away and at night I amused my neighbors by ping-ponging against... Lees verder →
Morning, way too early. Noise - train, subway. Beware of poison gases. Pants down, medical examination today.I still have to go to it, that is an annual tradition here in the schools, I consoled myself with the idea that this might be the last time. This time we were dropped by bus in one of... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 