A "nice" day! At least on the surface. Blue sky, fresh air ...
Out of all periods of time I consider Friday nights and Saturday mornings the best. Its the only time of the week that almost intrinsically offers the opportunity to pause for a moment, allowing for a glimmer of hope to be able to catch up with the weekly tasks accumulated through life/sheer existence.
In short: the only possibility to catch a breath.
I feel particularly euphoric when I've already ‘worked ahead’ thus managed to complete tasks on Friday afternoon that weren't actually due until the weekend. However
(the light)_ fading day by day
origin, occupation, aim in life? meeting requirements? particular features? VOID
myths, swallowed by mistake
Falte Papierstreifen, Hexaflexagons. Suche Zuflucht in Spalten. Raum zum Entfalten.
I am there, between the gap, under the surface, if you look long enough, eventually, you will be able to
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SEE
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