My family is very nice. I have no complaints. I need to read more poetry. Maybe start my own poetry society. At the moment I am reading ‘Mijn leven als mens’ written by Joke van Leeuwen, absolutely fabulous. And two or three other books. I will mention them later. Last night I was preparing a quiche and boiling dozens of tubes of ancient oil paint in order to get them opened. Once I participated in a talking group full of people who barely left their houses during daytime. The therapist asked about our hobbies and told us about her's: hiking in the Sahara desert with her female friends. A. advised me to read Saturday's newspaper supplement. It held an interview with a non-binary actor.
One day, I will wake up like something completely different. Something compatible with me. I don’t want to sound dramatic, but it will probably never happen. So I better get used to this very situation. Or get some action started. During the nighttime.
I need to buy some yellow bananas because our current ones tend to stay green.
Two days later they are still green. I put them on a place in our house with the greatest change of catching some sunlight. I don’t feel like doing anything. The water is flowing from a hose on the street. They , the handymen, are repairing a leek. First they have to take the water out. I made a short video. At this moment or period of months I am not quite sure of the brilliance of my work. I like languages. I would like to read Marcel Proust in French and A hundred years in solitude in Spanish. Yesterday A. brought a book of poems inside, very experimental poems. To be continued.
What the language.
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