Life is like a taxi, it doesn’t matter wether you are going somewhere or standing still, the meter ticks on and you need to pay anyway.
Tonight I dreamt about breaking and then fixng loud washing machines. About water and time passing by and leaving me behind. About ambition and life and the future.
Time to get this thesis done. And I have found the job I aways wanted. Time to apply for it. And there was something else, time to send some emails.
Tomorrow I’m leaving again. Detaching myself from this reality. It might do me good. Waking up at this hour is horrible but I love you anyway.