30 September 2002
Everybody needs their own space, I maybe more than the next person.
Space is a strange thing. We all occupy it, fill it, make it, need it. There is no color to space, no taste, no texture. Space is undefined yet defined, restricted and at the same time spaciously vast.
I desperately need my space, confinement kills [...]
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14 September 2002
Today I saw a flight of migratory birds. I don’t know where they are going, but they’re not here anymore.
Whish I could join them on their journey to warmer continents.
And why couldn’t I join them? Do you wanna come?
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