buy a green shirt with lots of black feathers printed onto it (written by a left hand of a right-handed person).

I was looking at street through the walls of window from my laptop monitor, people come and people go. I like the reflect. Workers working across the street. An old acquaintance is coming in. I wonder if she recalls me. It has been long time and I feel I look different enough. She remembers me, we say hi and chat. I am happy to see her.

Sometimes it takes weeks of procrastination to get a day of work done. Sometimes it is hard to feel like an stranger. Sometimes I recall lonesomeness when I feel like an stranger. Sometimes it is only a matter of more or less sugar. Sometime it takes too long and some times are too short.