"Often the best parts of life were when you weren't doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure out everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of your senselessness almost gives it sense." Charles Bukowski in Pulp
View from the Studentendorf Schlactensee windowsill, late afternoon, Gästhaus Eins.
31 May 2010
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