Sometimes I can sense one smell vividly and that’s what happened to the pie

The taste was intense and I have never tasted anything like it, it’s like the best taste I can remember ever having tasted, red

So I think what is happening is in the general absence of smell, to get one isolated like that is like lightning a candle in the blackened darkness.

the taste of course of red.

Today we went with some raspberry pie to the neighbours and we sat on the veranda under the sun and the clouds looked like an AI rendering or something, there wasn’t much to say about them except that they looked like they were zoomed out and too many of them

Hey maybe we’re in a simulation after all

And what if the clouds was just a glitch in the matrix.

I will pick these raspberries and bake a pie.

There are often white larvae inside these berries, maybe one day they will become butterflies, i don’t know.

I will when baking this pie, pretend that no such larvae exist.

Such is the power of imagination.

With him came his old father and a man with a braided gray beard and two big eyes!

I like this guy, the friend, because I’ve known him a reasonably short time but it feels like much longer than that, him having a magnetic personality and slightly eccentric ways. Just like me, he dances to his own tune.

Then I realised I’d lost my spark, so I went for a jog only 6 km but I needed to start feeling happy inside and of course it worked.

On the track the road was muddy and I saw the outline of a dead toad, camouflaged with the gray and brown road colour, but from his little frog mouth a trickle of blood which seemed to sparkle with rubies against this aforementioned backdrop

A sad sight a reminder memento mori

Please to meet you!

I yesterday I smelt the ground coffee! It is one of the best ones, don’t you agree?

Might bake some rhubarb pie if it’s still in me this smell

With vanilla sauce

And hey, did you see that after this rain, there was a warm sun.

The Apple trees looked as if they really were having a great summer, I picture these roots they’ve got like giant straw hands grabbing for the sustenance down below and sucking it up towards the sky! Relishing both the sun and the rain

I cooked yesterday, just lit the grill up and took whatever I found in the freezer

Some vegetarian food pre processed taste really like bark

I’m trying to be positive, it’s my mortar after all

Great great time for some more work

Hey do you use vim a lot for your daily work?

I see people do

:wq

To quit of course

Or even

:x

But I just go shift+ZZ

Indeed.

The low sound of traffic is the only thing to be heard when the black dog is barking at things he sees.

I went to a pizzeria I’ve not been to for seven years today. It was the same man behind the counter; a fit looking handsome fellow whose thin waistline I think is remarkable for someone in his line of work. He looked exactly the same except now he wore glasses.

Then at the park we met a friend from before, from when we lived here. She looked exactly the same except this time the toddler she was with was a new one, the fifth and not the fourth.

I think if we would’ve lived here still, we would’ve been close friends, but it’s all chance, it’s so random, you know? Who I would’ve been then, because

I feel it clearly that us moving and beginning this new life clearly marks one of these branches which changes the life sufficiently.

I’m still myself inside, but I am not so fit, i don’t even train four to five times a week anymore, I have skills now, can build and fix things

And I’ve not even got the same interests

And I’ve been opening up some of these parts of myself I’m not proud of, and have taken a good look. That’s one of the reasons I think I’ve grown a bit more fat and melancholic. even so, I’m better off.

And there are still too much stuff in mother In law’s apartment, only this time I found it very charming. Almost.

Finally, finally, on seeing me, these people probably think, and would say, that I look the same

But I’ve got glasses now.

Such is the freedom which comes with age, maybe.

Something about these smartly dressed gentlemen was inspiring in a way,

Of course they weren’t wearing helmets

I’m on vacation at a castle, this month’s salary spent already on halloumi burgers with home made french fries

Here in my room I glimpse it (the moon) through the open window. I hear the blowing fan sounding like the rustling of leaves outside. And sometimes a car in the distance, or someone french sounding carelessly talking to someone right outside.

Upsetting the dogs of course

I thought of my neurotic black dog again today when I ate the burger; he freaks out about things only his keen dog ears can hear, or if there’s unexpected movements at the corner of his eye or if another dog walks by,

I think that there’s no way for him to know that those sounds or dogs aren’t dangerous; in reality there’s no way to know for sure — what if one of these guys with a Sabaton t-shirt hates dogs and tries to kidnap him or worse? It’s by being careful that we as species can survive. At least some specimen of each kind ought to have this vivid imagination for spotting danger

But it’s exhausting to worry about everything, life may pass you by and you might’ve been too worried about what might go wrong to live, and it ends with death even for the most careful

I thought about there was this Norwegian doctor who said something along the line that you extend your life by jogging, but maybe not by more than the time spent doing it, so you better like it. Or something to that effect.

Maybe it’s the same with worrying, that maybe you’ll live longer due to being able to avoid potential dangers, but the price you pay for it is pretty high, so you better enjoy worrying.

It made me happy, knowing they each thought of me like that.

Small gestures of kindness mean a lot, I think.

Knowing someone cares enough to send a big red mug, when they don’t have to, knowing we probably will never meet again, is very heartwarming.

I think it’s: they add the raisins to the Müsli which would’ve otherwise been just oats.