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Clearing my mind. My throat.
The reduction of air that gets effectively absorbed by my blood makes my system work faster. Similar to being in a life-threatening situation.
I need to go hunting again. To speed up my pace. Hurry up.
My impressions morph. Slowly but certainly, the infinite boredom of the this city finds a way into my blood. Its soaking up all energy.
Patterns become visible and my attitude shifts. This always happens to me. I want to absorb to much. An addiction. A shot of life.
Living newspaper organizes a silent symposium today. People are only allowed to write (and take of their shoes).
Clémentine does have a serious foot-fetish going on.
Answering serious and not so serious questions on paper. Makes me feel like school. Silence.
I fold the paper into an airplane. Special type, with bended wings and steering control.
Lightning-fast. It hits somebody. Oef. Communication.
Mexican spirits kidnap me with dark brown eyes.
Only old legends know what lies behind.
I'm gone.