oddly shaped pieces of emptiness, like countries i couldn’t name. what lingers after it is not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. the number of pages in it, the date of entry, the words most commonly used, the ignored ones, the list goes on. for some unknown reason the computer is incredibly dusty, each key sticks to my fingers leaving a weird gray ornament in a form of a lake. working tomorrow, i can’t wait 4 july to leave this town.

a photo from 2014, studying music in primary school. its funny, why would they expect me to know the meaning of the word peculiarity. but now i know, i wonder if i made any guesses back then.