Dear Diary, ...

I noticed a couple of things today. first, i might need to do some exercise. in the sense of physical exercise. i'm not feeling too well in my body at the moment.
the other thing is: i need to travel. i'd like to go somewhere i've never been before, where i'm a complete stranger and linguistically lost. i wanna be noticed as a foreigner because of my appearance. in a nutshell i want to feel alienation. from this i'm hoping to regain the feeling of really belonging to where i am now. cos at the moment what i do feels pretty senseless to me. what do i care about minimalist syntax, about image-text-relationships or even strindbergs dramas, really? it's all so wrong for me but i force myself into it, like i'd force myself into exercising, which i know i'll never start for real. like i never will go on that journey to who-knows-where. too many buts, too less guts. so a melancholic look like the one on the pic will have to do. and in a couple of days, everything will be forgotten or repressed at least.