I got up at six to be ahead on time. To be on time in Almere for my appointment. I had to pay for parking, I really don’t like that. The escalator only went to the third floor, instead of the fourth. A corridor with doors and not a soul to be seen, a lot of depressing art on the walls. Just before nine a woman came running up the stairs because of the broken escalator and she told me that after starting up someone would come and get me. And so it happened. After an hour of talking they told me they needed another hour for the intake, to ask questions about my childhood, next month, they are very busy. And from there it would most probably be forty weeks till the treatment. I thought I was going to start right away after the intake.
I went to the nearest cheap gasoline pump and the next door thrift shop. I bought four jazz records. By the way, the new amplifier I bought from the same person as from who I bought the turntable turned out to be extreme rightwing minded, like thinking that is a great thing that Trump takes over Greenland. The amplifier works good.
The poet Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (1987) wrote a beautiful poem. I heard it spoken by Ellen Deckwitz translated in Dutch: Ik ben gedrapeerd in hemelse huid.
I feel like officially non-binary now I had this halftime intake at this official gendercare institute. Besides that my best best friend and I had the best conversation ever.
I am thinking about stopping buying clothes.
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