![]() |
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||||||
![]() |
||||||||
a report on the search for the real meaning of life... or maybe not really |
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||||
![]() |
![]()
dazGIFT by Mr. G R.I.P.
JumboDELIC by Mr. G I shall believe by Safiry The fun in dysfunctional by Stacy HOPE - UNITY - TRUTH by Truth The Story of Jae... by Julie Med Feelings by Fittipaldi R.I.P. alemao para principiantes by Guenther *.* by Gunno R.I.P. I just wanna have something to do by Ruivinha R.I.P. *Toxic Girl by Ruivinha R.I.P. The source of the stillness Some Thursday weirdness My research website ![]() ![]() |
Thursday, November 13, 2003 On my way back home, after a long day of work, I spent my time (the 15 minutes it takes for me to walk from my office to my apartment) thinking of changes. I suddenly miss myself! It's a pretty weird feeling, but it's very true. I miss writing, composing, playing the clarinet, walking around just for the sake of walking, chatting, listening. Now I feel I don't have time for those things any more. More important than this, I don't really feel like doing most of these things, or I just don't know how to do them any more.
Comments:
Post a Comment
|
||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |