one day, villages will be like what cities used to be: rare and exciting. it's only up to us how we appreciate and protect these normalities.
i can see your* reflection in front of me, on the black glass of the office windows. it's exciting and making me happy at the same time.
the weekend has been a headache, a pile of broken strings in my mind, having to take care of a grown-up acting like a child.
whatever he wants to me to be, whatever he ever hoped for me to be, it's never going to happen now, and I feel good, to break free from him and his silly clutches.
*a person in the editorial office, my personal favourite.
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