I don't use photos to refresh my memory. Overall, the outrightly visual aspects tend to not catch most of my attention. Perhaps because of short-sightedness. Or because the disliked elementary school Arts teacher. Who knows?
Still, if I don't even write, it seems, as if there is nothing, nothing.. As if it was true.
So many things have happened in the last few months.
Calmly go away - nothing of interest in here - at least not without living in it; yet I still have to scribble it for myself, at least in this little place.
I'm becoming just too curious. Is it an illness? And the more one knows, the less part of the whole one gets, and the more hunger for knowledge teases you. Such a silent drug...
In addition to Chinese, I started to learn Russian. Uncomparably easier. I have come to understand, why Italians and Spaniards understand each other with such ease.
I came to know, I don't want to spend my life in dark underground. No, not that. Rather in high towers, letting the thoughts flow. Or roving through unknown lands, discovering and wondering.. But it will be the Chance,tossing the coin, deciding in the end, one just has to relax and not resist.
And so many interesting people met. How could they all get together in one place?
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