this month will have changes in it.
i am changing my habitat to the more urban Sarkandaugava.
i am sorry for the birds, i’ll miss them, and i’m sure they’ll miss me
i am not sorry for the people of the flat i rented the room in. let them [
eat] drink and [ make merry] fight, and watch glitches of [ their own] alcoholic making without me.
the whole moving thing seems so… vague and vast, especially the moving of my library which has achieved the size of over 10 00 volumes. the weird thing is – the rest of my possessions would fit into a couple of big black bags and 2 banana boxes.
insanity quietly lurks on my horizon.