strange man in a strange land

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


London is a city full of pricks who exploit hardworking hopeful graduates.

Monday, June 19, 2006


This morning I dressed up in a sparkling way just to quit my job.

Now, I have 41 days left to find a new one.

Will I do it?

Thursday, June 15, 2006


Sometimes you think that all the stuff around will rise against you.

And with stuff I really mean a lot of stuff, things you can't escape such as old thoughts, memories, dreams, books, movies, people and dust; especially the latter.

And then you think that packing all this stuff in a huge black card box would be better.

And finally you could just take this huge pack to the nearest river and stare at it, sinking.

But then the question arises: who’s really sinking?

Is it just your stuff or you?

Monday, June 12, 2006

It was like it was

"Whaddaf**k am I doing here?"
This was the last thought of a dying porpoise; it was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It felt weak, lazy, breathless and polluted; it just stared for the last time at that freaky city and then closed its eyes.

That was a bad day.