Forgettable

The change is happening, in the first month of 2025, which is, astonishingly out of everyone's expectations, even though angle's been sending me signs for big changes. The voyage is starting. Something must be done, despite being alone on the way. I fondly appreciate all the kindness and help I received since the winter of 2021.  Thank you all, my stiff arms I've trained for ten months.  The metal machine is going to tear through the pitch-dark, when the sun rises, I can say "look, another day!" There are so many occasions in life that an individual has to face all alone, but when the fact—after all these years, I still have to do this 25-hour-trip all alone slaps me, I'm not sure which emotion to put in it.

5: I took bus 5 to the store, even though I wanted to wait for another one. 5: Amongst all the buses in the parking lot, bus 5 came out first, I took bus 5 back again, even though I wanted to take the one less time-consuming. 5: She showed me her phone screen, saying it was "number five", yeah, exactly 5 on her screen. When I started to feel confused what was so unusual with 5, the figure changed to 6, 7, 8. Then I realised she said "number dance". It would rather demonstrate 555 in three different scenarios than popping up a 555 car, no matter what it is, it's more delicate, isn't it?

My eyes were opened at the same time as yesterday. At the moment I was about to get up, I took a second thought, yeah, holiday, no work.  So I closed my eyes again.  What a precious day.

You can't, I know, I've known it for long time. Reason, yeah, that's the reason why it is happening this way. Decision, that's the moment I'm clearly acknowledged I've made the correct decision. Thank god, for giving me the power to know what I want. Thy birth merits the celebration from all people.

How come I spent so much on food, yet, at the end of the day, I basically had eaten nothing but a cup of coke and several biscuits, no consumption of vitamins, nor protein. What's wrong? Time, it's the time. I've been doing something else in every minute, endlessly. No time for a shot of espresso in the morning. Besides, I bought ingredients for meals, not the food you grab and eat. Again, it's time, it takes time to transfer ingredients into food. At this moment I see what's wrong. How to get more time? Sleep less? Eat less—nothing to eat though? Do no chores, let it be chaotic?  A scene has been lingering on my mind for a while, where I have saved up for a flight ticket to somewhere new, somwhere nobody knows me, I packed my luggage—nothing to pack though, I sat n a train alone for few hours, then I arrive at the airport, I passed the security check and the customs, I left, I didn't look back. Will it become true? Can anyone tell me, please?

When I have to draw two parallel lines on the paper, to teach a mathematician how to measure the size of a foot, a sense of sadness arises. I feel sad for the modern higer education. I feel sad for the world controlled by capitalism. I feel sad, for real.

The moment when I learned German from French, ja, Ich found it très intéressant.