Last night in the country that served as blueprint for any romantic model railroad. I don't even know why I m so sad. I know this is not reality. As the slowworm is not a snake. I can't stay here, watch the weather change and snails... crossing the street - I gotta go (home) and take (responsibility) for my (actions)
Lets start with the first.
Go "home"? I don't even know where that is. But fine, I ll pack. I gather my belongings, shift clothes from the crates that served as shelves into the bulky suitcase...park electronic devices on the bed starring at an opinionated guest pillow stating in capital letters "Home is where the heart is".
Does that am I supposed to move inside me or what? Home is where _ my ass is.
...Which takes me straight to No2. "Responsibility" the state or fact of having a duty to deal with.What am I doing? WHAT do I want? I honestly don't know. A super-toned body, perfect skin, no wrinkles for starters? Love, success and money, fulfillment and joy in an occupation that MATTERS...(zzzzzzz) fucking fly!! 🪰 Wasserrutschentester? Guess, I ll start with the eyebrows.
Addendum: It's Monday evening. After I spend the entire day on the train, I finally arrived back in the city in which I "live" according to my passport.
The air is stuffy. The sight of this place doesn't even make me angry or sad anymore. Or even disappoint me... this territory lies before me like a cup of stale lemonade in which various critters have drowned. Sticky, encrusted rim...half of the artificially colored liquid evaporated in my absence. But who cares how or where I live?
Actually the word LIVE should probably be substituted with "Wohnhaft" describing this place much better. Emphasis on "Haft" as in "sentenced to prison" In fact I picture jail more peaceful and tranquil than this place!
Imagine a quiet, tranquil prison cell; The perfect hideaway for outcasts, burnt-outs, buddhists, minimalists...WC ensuite...full board on meals, half board on drinks..ok probably just water; but hey, no zoom calls, briefings, meetings...in fact any actions, distractions or anyone who harasses you at all!
My street on the other hand equals a flight path for tourists, who attack everything they see like locusts.
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