you left yesterday but it feels like weeks ago. or maybe it feels like you never came. maybe i made it all up in my head, made you up in my head. your car and your eyes and your scent and your touch. it's hard to think otherwise- i can’t even remember the little details of our rendezvous, i felt like i was living in a trance with you; hazy snippets of laugher and cigarettes and infatuation and stolen glances. i mostly remember the way you made me feel. young and happy and intelligent and equal and childish and cool.
you haunt all my thoughts. i find excuses to think about you. somehow you drive every red car in town, and you’re every customer who walks in, and you're every person i see smoking a cigarette.
i find that i miss you in the winter and hate you in the spring. maybe it’s something about the rain. but i’m not ready to hate you again just yet.
hacking und terror: noch im jobcenter reinickendorf ist mir heute vormittag wieder ein betriebssystem zerschossen und damit war auch die audioaufnahme, die ich vom termin bei herrn neumerkel in raum 4.057 ab 09.45 uhr zu dokumentationszwecken mitgeschnitten hatte, zerstört. ...
011723 dateirekonstruktion des völlig zerhackten recordings
I’ve had an epiphanous couple of weeks... couple of months. and no that is not a word. I guess I’ve had these mini epiphanies. realizations. I’m unsure what to call it, but I’ll have to elaborate at another time. I’ll be back. 011623