vrijdag 19 november 2021

My life as an amateur. Part 21.

 I am worrying about the writing. I am worrying about the amount of drama.

Yesterday I listened to a podcast. I never do such a thing. It was a recommendation by my art colleague and friend David. Gummbah never wanted anything regular or normal, he just didn’t like school, raising a family, earning money with a regular job, making a career, sleeping night, working day. He wanted to draw no matter someone else's opinion. Nice podcast.


I like to steal, from others. A word, a catchy color, I like to steal films, childhoods, mothers, fathers. My parents were children when they got married. 

I never thought that my given name suited me right, but I thought it would be too much drama to change it. Maybe one day I will adopt a different name every day. A daily name.


I am just thinking, that is all. 

When I was really little my father took me with him to a pub near the harbour. All the pubs in our town were near the harbour. This one was called ‘De griffioen’. We went to the pub almost everyday. A friend of my father was there waiting at a table. I told him that his face looked like the face of a monkey. He responded by saying that we are all descended from the monkeys. I liked his answer very much, because it was scientific and not angry at all. Today my name is Henry.

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