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In a week’s time i will sell my house. I admit, i feel sad about it. I will remain here for the next two years, so that does soften the blow a bit. I will get some money, from which i can live for the next four or five years.

It is a mixed bag. For now, i feel happy. I will get some new computer stuff. I will keep on working. And two years does feel like a awful long time. I am hoping things will change in that time for me. I will work hard for that.

For now, i will keep on posting as long as i have internet at home. It could be i’m out of it the next few days. Next week it’ll be back on. I do feel tired. But be sure, i will not give up.

Bye bye!

With love, Ellen

Published on January 16, 2018 at 6:00 by

Looking back on 2017

A tumultuous year. The greenhouse in the garden burned down. My money was disappearing fast. I decided to sell my house. My computer broke down. For a moment i thought about to stop working on this website.

Friends helped out. In January 2018 i will sell my house. I will keep on living here for two years for a low rent. I have given myself more time to think. More time to work.

I will upgrade my computers. My iPad first generation with iOS 5 will lie peacefully in its box. I will buy a iPad Pro 12.9″ with a pen. Looking forward to making drawings with that. Most likely i will also buy a new desktop, at the moment i’m thinking a 21″. Not sure yet though. I will sell my MacBook Pro 17″ for sure. My 27″ i don’t know yet, the hard drive is broke right now. I might just give it away as it is right now.

And i will buy a watercolour set and a small watercolour book. It’s been years ago since i last drew with watercolour. I hope i can find a good way to use it. Drawing in the garden of course!

And some new clothes. Tank tops, leggings, underpants, bra’s. A new dress!

So yes, forward it is.

Next week i’m having a break. My next post will be on Monday the first of January 2018.

Enjoy the last week of 2017.


Published on December 22, 2017 at 6:00 by


I’m not sure why i feel the way i do right now. I have said it the past days, a couple of times. I had this sledgehammer moment three years ago. Since then i feel i need to work. Work hard. On this website. Here.

I don’t earn any money through it. Not right now. Does this justify me selling my house? Wouldn’t it be much better to stay on living here, in the center of Rotterdam. Have a job besides it? For two or three days a week? What is so bad about that? Nothing. Right?

Still, i refuse. I keep on going. I did give in a week and a half ago. But i’m back. Why? Why am i not giving up? Why am i prepared to go all the way?

I am intelligent. My school reports are an early proof. I have also made countless stupid mistakes. It took me years to find a proper education after high school. And even art school wasn’t all i imagined. But, one of the best things i ever did was making things online. I enjoy the technology. I enjoyed the immediacy. One update and it is online. Great! Other than that, i was careful. But still, many mistakes.

I am honest. After the chess game i played this Monday, my opponent, who had won – of course – told me he liked my way of playing. An honest game, he told me. A true compliment. If i don’t feel any space to talk, i am usually quiet. Here on i can be blatantly honest. Sex being one of the examples of that. I do enjoy talking with people. People i don’t know, people i do know, friends, acquaintances. Most people talk about themselves. I don’t mind that. Everybody has a story to tell. And sometimes i do talk about myself. Of course.

I have perseverance. I don’t give up easily. Not when something really matters. Not that i know beforehand what i’m gonna do. Right now, fifty three years old, when i look back on my life, i can see it. I’m like a dog biting something it doesn’t want to let go. Grrrr. I can leave something aside for a while. For years. But to this day, i found a possibility to get back to it. When i gave my drawings to Green Gartside two years ago. I was so nervous. But prepared. The right dress. I had written about it a year before here in The world and the people. The one thing i did in my life which makes me so happy. It took me thirty years to get ready to do it. I don’t even know why this makes me so happy. I don’t know if he appreciates the drawings. I hope so. I truly do.

When i got back home after that, there was nobody asking me about it. I did feel a bit sad about that. It made me realize that i am still alone. I didn’t cry over it. But it was sobering. Only half a year after it i talked about it with a friend. I had posted the story to the scritti facebook group, people responded there. But it wasn’t the same as talking with friends about it.

I am single. Everyone is single. We try to forget. We work, eat, sleep. We talk, shop, look at facebook, smile at silly jokes. But we remain single. Always. Even in sex, the ultimate togetherness, we still stay single. If you are lucky, there is love. Tenderness. Whispered thoughts. Gazing in each other eyes. But we still remain single.

Together we have made this world. With all the people who have lived and left a footprint. This world as it is now. With fugitives, hunger, poverty, war, hurricanes. I am lucky. I live in western Europe, in one of the wealthiest countries in the world. The Netherlands.

I know many people trying to do good. Thinking about their lives, the stuff they use, they buy. Working in the garden, eating the veggies they let grow themselves. People playing chess, talking, thinking. Together.

I want to keep things simple. That is not a thought from me. I read that in the 80s in an interview with Scritti Politti. I thought about it then, it struck a chord. But i didn’t really get it. It is different now. When i look at the switch i made between and, i can see it. There was more freedom in, i cold pick any time of posting i wanted. Days of not posting, followed by days of posting. I am happy i found a proper ending for it. Even after eight years of silence. And the thrill of starting A proper schedule, a wider set of content. The walks, looking back on my past, the cooking. It all fitted in there.

Simplicity. Trying to talk about my life, what drives me, what i see around me. As best as i can. As some people around me say, a diary. Sure.

To me it is far more than a diary. Some posts i write here are created here. I wouldn’t have these thoughts if i didn’t write my posts. This website creates me, as i do create this website.

My mum calls me up once or twice a week. The last months i always say the same thing to her. I’m good. Fine. Excellent even. It is true. I do feel good. Happy. Smiling. I don’t sleep very good, sure. But it is not because i’m worrying that much at night. No, i think about sex. Not sure where that is coming from, but hey, it is not a bad thing.

My life right now feels a lot more windy than before. Before, when i had regular work, when i didn’t need to worry about money, where i was having fun playing World of Warcraft, my life was quiet. Silent. Now it is a lot noisier.

This is my choice. It is dangerous. More things can go wrong. But with all the risks there are also chances things can go right.

The last months i fell down a couple of times. In the Tuin op de Hofbogen, on a wet day, the wooden board was so slippery i fell down. I was lying still for a short time. I had to gather my thoughts. But there was no blood, nothing too severe was hurt. The second time was when we were building the compost bin. The boards were set up, but not yet fixed. I bent over to get a waste bag. And a pallet fell over straight on my head. I felt a bit dizzy. I was a bit mixed up. No blood. Lucky. Yesterday i fell again. I was so careful, but at the end, walking home, i slipped. Still no major hurt. I don’t feel anything wrong with my body today. Lucky.

There are many different worlds. The world of sport. Of fashion. Of make-up. Of beauty. Of movies. Of music. Of literature. Of books. Of shopping. Of advertisement. Of politics. Of money.

Dreams are present everywhere. In songs. In books. Fantasy. Science fiction. Fiction. I am a good listener. I picked up many dreams in my life. They still are present. Not dreams i made up myself, dreams floating around in the world. Hard, impossible even to get rid of. Not that i really want to get rid of them. There is a huge amount of pleasure in dreaming away.

Still, i do need to go on with my life. Make some kind of decision. An action. I am not stupid.

Think think think Ellen. Turn and look. It is so close. Do not dream away now.

Published on November 23, 2017 at 6:00 by

The beginning

So i let things get to me. Not minor things, big things. My house. My family. My friends. I stopped posting. First of all, because my hosting payment is up in a week and i can not pay it. Second, because right now there are a few things happening in my life which do take my full attention.

During the last week i did change my mind. First, because a friend offered to pay for my hosting. A big thank you! Huge relief. Second, because i’m not done yet. There are still things on my mind. Quite a few i expressed in the talks i had this week. All of them were difficult. Talks in which i tried to express my thoughts. Some talks went better than others. And all left me with many thoughts to think. To feel. To see. In some i expressed some of my deepest dreams. Which felt ludicrous once i expressed them. Like, feeling that is not true. Childish. I dealt with that years ago. From the start. Sure. But still.


I’m not sure why i continue with this. All common sense tells me it is time to find a way to make money. So maybe i can keep my house. Because i know it is a downhill path i’m treading on. Best thing is to keep my house, make a small income so i can pay my monthly costs and buy some food.


I am not done yet. There are still thoughts inside me which i need to write down. Dreams which i need to talk about. Childish they may seem, but they are my dreams. I simply can not stop now. Now, when the solution seems to me around the corner. I still am not sure what this will read like, look like, sound like exactly. But it is so close. So terribly close.

So against all advice, i will keep on trying to show something here. Against all odds, i will keep on going.

Today, Sunday, i saw a double rainbow in the sky.
Today, the people in the garden worked hard.
On the herbal spiral.
On filling up the dug out paths with wood chips.
On painting the shed.
On harvesting.

And i played ball with a young boy. Charming. ๐Ÿ™‚


Published on November 20, 2017 at 6:00 by

The end

This is it. The end.

The thought came upon me earlier this week. Tuesday. I cried. I didn’t want to do this. But yes. I am gonna finish working on For several reasons. First, i don’t have the money to pay for the hosting. So this place will be up and running only for a couple of weeks more. Second, my house will be sold. Next week the real estate agent will come by. I’m lucky in that sense. My house will not be auctioned, but sold regularly. Which hopefully leaves me with enough money to last me three or four years.

This is difficult. But i will be fine. I will still post photos on instagram, post updates on facebook, talk a bit on twitter. I won’t be gone. But this place will be finished. Also, because i feel i have done here what i set out to do. Thinking. Working. Looking. Writing. I found a few things i really like. Singing, yes. Filming, yes. So i have gained an awful lot.

Ending this blog does hurt a bit. I’ve said here multiple times how much i love to work here. Each day was a different day. Some very unexpected, others not that much. But all together the past three years felt amazing.

I’m not sure why i’m ending this now. Well, apart from the practical reasons i mentioned. Also, i do want to stay in control, not feel overwhelmed by what is happening. Compared to what happens to other people, my life still is quiet and not very exiting.

The final page i will give you is the chronological page, with every post i made here linked on it. Enjoy!

I will leave you with what to me is still the best i made here, the video clips.

Finally, as a wave goodbye, one of my favorite songs, Let it go.

Let it go
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!

I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all!

It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I’m free!

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll never see me cry!

Here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let the storm rage on!

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I’m never going back,
The past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

Goodbye for now,

With love, Ellen

Published on November 10, 2017 at 6:00 by


One thought came up, after i published Now, three weeks ago. One area i missed, one area most people have experienced.

Falling in love. Having sex, together. Drowning in each other. Kissing. Fully. Feeling the warmth of a human body close to you. Inside you. The beating of another heart close to yours. The breath of this person caressing your body. The tenderness of lightly touching this persons cheeks, his hair, his arms. Melting away.

I did only have proper sex with one other person. I wasn’t really in love with him. I liked him. Still, when we broke up, it hurt me. Confused me. I remember thinking that i should be more careful next time. Not knowing it would be at least twenty four years away.

The past three years i was in and out of love. One time somebody i met. Other times someone completely out of reach. As i said a few weeks ago, i like to attract and keep my distance at the same time.

Before, in my quiet period, between 2007 and 2014, sex was almost nonexistant. Sometimes i masturbated, but only once every month or so. It felt almost like i had to. Like imwas reaching for something out of reach. Wanting the desire back, but not knowing how. Then the past three years, it almost felt like it was too much.

It has slowed down a little. And it was still something i did all on my own. My dreams have changed over time. In the beginning it was all very far away. My own needs and desires were what drove me. My own needs and desires are still very important to me, sure. But there is another party involved. Quiet. Yes. But getting closer. More real. To me anyway.

Now. This moment in time, impossible to grasp. It is gone the moment you take it. In love, this moment stretches out to infinity. In love, this moment gives the ultimate presence.


Published on October 27, 2017 at 6:00 by


Initially now seems a simple concept. Most people understand what it means. Now. This very moment. The time you are reading this. This. Point. Here.

And it is gone. Part of the past. There is another now. So hard to grasp. Hard to keep a hold on. Impossible.

For children their experience of now comes easy. Their past is so small, their future out of their reach. So they live in this now. And time stretches out for this feeling of an everlasting present. When they play outside, with their friends. Building a treehouse, or running through a field filled with weeds and grasses, playing hide and seek. Running around trees with friends. Laughing.

This is something we forget when we grow older. The joy of now. The joy of being in this world. With all its details and hidden corners and pleasures.

This is something i forgot.

Most people grow up. Grow older, learn to behave, fall in love, fall out of love, fall in love again, make children, watch their children grow up. Enjoy life with them. Watch their children experience life as they had, when they were young.

Now seems to be in a different country. This country we live in, with its insurances, its pensions, its tight schedules, its working weeks and time-off weekends, this country is a firm advocate of the future. The past is behind it. A time long gone. Ten years ago. Twenty. Fifty. A hundred. A thousand years ago. Another world. This past is old. Old fashioned. Dated. Not belonging to our new world. With its smartphones, its self opening doors, its fast driving cars, trains, its high flying airplanes. With us. Here. In this now we live in. All the time.

I like making photographs. Many posts on this site show you my photos. Some good, some simply a document of a time gone past. This click. And it stands. This current now. This current constellation of things existing in this precise situation. Seen from one angle, one viewpoint.

My first memory ever is one in which i am photographed by my father. My mother pointing to something behind me, i turn around and click, a photo is made. I can still feel the warmth of the stones below my hands. One year and a couple of months old. A memory which came back to me in a dream. And yes, the photo exists. Somewhere. I lost it.

Many people make photos. On holidays. On festivities. With family. With children. Catching the now. Catching our world as it is now.

To remember what you saw. What you experienced. Lived through. To share with the people who are not there to live through the same moment. To show on facebook or instagram or snapchat or twitter. To show the world your life.

This week, on Tuesday, i was making photos of the harvest in the garden on the Hofbogen. Yorinde asked me to make a photo of her sitting behind the harvest. After that i asked her the same thing, to make a photo of me behind the harvest. Wednesday morning i posted this photo on facebook. There were 32 likes. Some even thought the photo was great. And yes, i enjoyed this. For me, this is quite a lot of people. It feels good to be seen by my friends and to be liked.

This now we all live on, this ever present top of the wave of time we can not fall down from, this encompasses each and everyone of us. We are all living in the same moment. Some young, some in the strength of their lives, some old, some sick, some demented. The past is gone. Whoosh. The future is not here yet. The future is what we dream about, what we think about, what we wish for, what we work at. But our present is here, to feel. With all our hands and feet and eyes and mouth and ears. To be here now. To feel we are here.

So easy to forget. So easy to live your life in this humdrum monotony of years passing by. To watch the seasons flowing by. To watch the weeks pass you by. To watch television and movies and read books and disappear in them. Of course.

Of course.

It is hard to live in the present.

I am not sure about my own life. About the things i do. I know i love the things i do. Working in the gardens. Posting here on this website. Cooking. Walking. Thinking. Living.

This is not art. Even though i did go to art school. Even though some posts here are about the work i made then, about the work i used to make on This is part of my life. A part i desperately love.

The last three posts had the date as title. Wednesday 4 October 2017. Tuesday 3 October 2017. Monday 2 October 2017. I didn’t plan to do these three days like this. But halfway through the week i knew this was what i was going to do. Not a present. Not a now, but a looking back. One day in the past. And this post is the end of it. Not here with me, not here in my now. But with you. In your now. Wherever you are. At what time you’re in right now. Your time. Your now.

Hey you there

Published on October 6, 2017 at 6:00 by

Wednesday 4 October 2017

The same breakfast as every day. The last couple of months anyway. Oatmeal porridge. Yum.

Played a little wow. Started a new character. A rogue. Like my main in retail wow. Leveled her from 5 to 6. Did some brewfest quests. Played for around 45 minutes.

Music after that.

I ate two sandwiches with peanut butter and sambal. Good too. The library next. Both my Hunger Games books finished. I took two new books. No idea how i will think of these. And then i watched one and a half chess game. Good games. Good to watch.

A quick hop past the supermarket and then home.

I cleaned up the hazelnuts i picked up last Saturday. Washed them.

Sambal next. The peppers i got yesterday in the Hofbogen garden will be great sliced. I baked a sliced onion and garlic and some sugar. With oil and the thinly sliced peppers this should be good enough.

And now here. Typing. The music playing.

A Tribe Called Quest โ€” Buggin’ Out – Scrobbling now
Snoop Dogg โ€” Drop It Like It’s Hot – 4 minutes ago
Talking Heads โ€” I’m Not in Love – 9 minutes ago
Beastie Boys โ€” Pass the Mic – 13 minutes ago
Beastie Boys โ€” Song For Junior – 17 minutes ago
Janet Jackson โ€” When I Think of You – 21 minutes ago
Lana Del Rey โ€” Summertime Sadness – 26 minutes ago
B.J. Thomas โ€” Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head – 29 minutes ago
David Bowie โ€” Little Wonder – 35 minutes ago
Sam Cooke โ€” (What A) Wonderful World – Remastered – 37 minutes ago
Killing Joke โ€” Requiem – 2005 Digital Remaster – 41 minutes ago
Steely Dan โ€” Do It Again – 46 minutes ago
Rihanna โ€” Umbrella – 51 minutes ago
Eyeless in Gaza โ€” No Noise – 55 minutes ago
S’Express โ€” Theme from S-Express – 59 minutes ago
Roy Ayers Ubiquity โ€” Everybody Loves The Sunshine – an hour ago
Young Marble Giants โ€” Searching For Mr Right – 2007 Digital Remaster – an hour ago
Neneh Cherry โ€” Manchild – an hour ago
Wire โ€” The 15th – 2006 Digital Remaster – an hour ago
Justin Timberlake โ€” What Goes Around…/…Comes Around (Interlude) – 3 hours ago
Christina Aguilera โ€” Genie in a Bottle – 3 hours ago
Prince โ€” Hot Thing – 3 hours ago
Talking Heads โ€” Found A Job – 2005 Remastered – 3 hours ago
Drake โ€” Hotline Bling – 3 hours ago
Kraftwerk โ€” The Model – 2009 Digital Remaster – 3 hours ago
Scritti Politti โ€” Absolute – 3 hours ago
Pharrell Williams โ€” Frontin’ – Radio Mix/Club Mix – 3 hours ago
David Bowie โ€” Golden Years – 1999 Digital Remaster – 4 hours ago
Steely Dan โ€” Throw Back The Little Ones – 4 hours ago
Salt-N-Pepa โ€” Push It – 4 hours ago
D’Angelo โ€” Untitled (How Does It Feel) – 4 hours ago
The Beatles โ€” Eight Days A Week – Remastered 2009 – 4 hours ago
Earth, Wind & Fire โ€” September – 4 hours ago
De La Soul โ€” Eye Know – 4 hours ago
The Beatles โ€” Yesterday – Remastered 2009 – 4 hours ago
Massive Attack โ€” Unfinished Sympathy – 4 hours ago
Steely Dan โ€” Doctor Wu – 4 hours ago
Coldcut โ€” Find A Way – Featuring Queen Latifah – 4 hours ago
Kygo โ€” It Ain’t Me (with Selena Gomez) – 4 hours ago
Palais Schaumburg โ€” Gute Luft – 4 hours ago
Sufjan Stevens โ€” Casimir Pulaski Day – 4 hours ago
David Bowie โ€” The Jean Genie – 1990 Digital Remaster – 4 hours ago
Jessie J โ€” Bang Bang – 5 hours ago
Madonna โ€” Vogue – 5 hours ago
Gary Numan / Tubeway Army โ€” Are โ€˜Friendsโ€™ Electric? – 5 hours ago
Calvin Harris โ€” This Is What You Came For – 5 hours ago

My favourite? Madonna with Vogue!!

I’m gonna go through the recipes i found yesterday for cakes with quinces. And bake one.

Spiced quince cake

water 1.5 litres
caster sugar 150g
quinces 3, medium
lemon 1

For the cake:
self-raising flour 250g
ground cinnamon 1 tsp
mixed spice ยฝ tsp
bicarbonate of soda 1 tsp
salt a pinch
golden syrup 200g
butter 125g
dark muscovado sugar 125g
eggs 2
poaching syrup from the fruit 240ml

You will also need a round cake tin, measuring 24-25cm in diameter

Pour the water into a large saucepan, add the sugar and bring to the boil. Peel the quinces then cut them in half, rubbing the cut sides of each with the halved lemon to prevent them browning. (They are worse than pears for this.) Lower the quinces into the sugar syrup, turn down the heat to a simmer then let the fruit cook for a good 40 minutes or until it is thoroughly tender. Remove the pan from the heat and let the quinces cool a little in their syrup. Line the cake tin with a piece of baking parchment. Set the oven at 180C/gas mark 4.

When the quinces are cool enough to handle, take them out one at a time and use a teaspoon to remove the cores. Reserve the syrup. Drain the fruit briefly on a piece of kitchen paper then arrange them, hollow side up, in the base of the cake tin.

Sieve together the flour, cinnamon, mixed spice, salt and bicarb. Put the golden syrup, butter and muscovado in a small saucepan and bring to the boil. When the mixture starts to bubble, remove from the heat.

Break the eggs into a bowl, pour in 240ml of the quince cooking syrup and beat gently to mix. Remove the butter and sugar mixture from the heat and pour it into the flour and spice, stirring smoothly and firmly with a large metal spoon. Mix in the syrup and egg. The mixture should be glossy and a little runny, not thick and creamy like the usual cake mixture and with no traces of flour.

Scoop the mixture over the quinces and smooth the surface. Bake for 40-45 minutes until lightly firm and springy to the touch then remove from the oven and leave to cool before turning out and removing the paper. Serve in thick slices with crรจme fraรฎche or cream if you wish.

I didn’t have any golden syrup, so i simply used less sugar overall. Seemed a bit much to me anyway. The cake is in the oven now. I am curious to how it will turn out!

The cake is lovely. Compared to previous recipes it is light and fluffy. And i love the quince.

I’m gonna go to bed now. After i picked the right photos for this post. I’m tired. Tomorrow i will finish my post Now. After my three dailies i did this week. Felt good.

Have a lovely day. Bye bye!

Published on October 5, 2017 at 6:00 by

Tuesday 3 October 2017

Today's harvest
As someone said a week ago, a photo with me!
And another one
The grass
Moss and small plants
More small plants - i do like the way this looks
Yellow flowers
Peppers from the Oude Beer in Dordrecht Richard brought along
Quinces, will look for recipes the next week!
Published on October 4, 2017 at 6:00 by

Monday 2 October 2017

I get out of bed. I did sleep a bit during the later part of the night. But i was lying awake for a long time. Two times i read. The Hunger Games. The first book. Played a little. Solitaire on my iPad. Thought about this new post i want to start writing today. Didn’t think at all about what i would write for tomorrow. But then i did.

So here it is. A retelling of the day. Like the one i did on 22 July 1997.

My oatmeal porridge is still cooking. I gave my cat food. I cleaned up the catty litter box. I went to the toilet. And now i’m sitting behind my computer typing the start of this retelling.

Gonna eat my oatmeal porridge. Read a bit more.

Hmm… not sure what i will do next. Let’s wait and see.

Sheeran โ€” Shape of You – Scrobbling now
OutKast โ€” Hey Ya! – 5 minutes ago
The Beatles โ€” The Long And Winding Road – Remastered 2009 – 8 minutes ago
Scritti Politti โ€” Brushed With Oil, Dusted With Powder – 15 minutes ago
The Temptations โ€” Papa Was A Rollin’ Stone – 22 minutes ago
Curtis Mayfield โ€” Move on up – 30 minutes ago
Liaisons Dangereuses โ€” Los niรฑos del parque – 35 minutes ago
Jewelz & Sparks โ€” Motor – Radio Edit – 39 minutes ago
Portishead โ€” Strangers – 43 minutes ago
10cc โ€” The Wall Street Shuffle – 46 minutes ago
Tiffany โ€” I Think We’re Alone Now – 50 minutes ago

Going out for a walk to the Central Station to exchange the UK money i still had. Of course, it costs money to exchange. So in stead of the twenty five euros i expected i got 16 euros and something. Sigh.

I walked back and bought Allison bread at the Albert Heijn. Then i went to the Jumbo and bought some milk and two cans of cat food. And then i went past the pet doctor and bought more ProZinc for my cat for his diabetes.

And now i’m home again. Gonna make me something to eat. Some baked tofu quickly soaked in a soy sauce on bread spread with tahin. Yum ๐Ÿ™‚

I almost slept. After lunch i read more in the Hunger Games, and my eyes fell closed. I stood up and went and lied on my bed for a short bit. So tired. That is what lack of sleep does to you.

I finished the Hunger Games. I had planned to do a bit of work. But i felt tired. So reading it was today. Early in the evening i watched a bit of tv. De wereld draait door. Koken met van boven.

I am thinking about this post i want to write. I know. I know. I should start tomorrow. I do need to get into it. Most things are clear in my mind, but i want to make it a full post. It is about something which is very dear to me. The moment of now. This ever present but so hard to catch moment we all experience. Children experience this moment naturally. Their time is a long stretched infinity in a moment. Tomorrow i will start writing more. Sketching almost. Trying to get all the thoughts i had the past days out of my head, so i can think further and make it more telling.

I don’t know if this post is the one i’m brooding on for so long. It could be. It is clear in my mind. It is important to me. It is a simple subject, but also hard to describe.

Well, that is it for today. I wish you well.


Published on October 3, 2017 at 6:00 by