“I’m sitting in my underwear watching the window intentively as rain drops smear themselves onto it slowly, my hair put up in a neat pony tail despite it being soiled by rain and hairspray. I’m wondering what I’m doing here. What I’m doing period. What does it matter anyway, when outside the humidity is chockingly thick. My bones feel heavier than the immense clouds hanging above us as I lean over the desk to get closer to the window.”(19-05-2006)
Nici acum nu stiu ce fac exact. Si nici acum nu inteleg de ce imi lipesc nasul de geamul stropit de ploaie. Dar acum am o idee. Si ideea mea e mai mult o senzatie. Si senzatia aia poate fi cel mai bine evocata printr-un singur cuvant: happiness.