It started in the week of my grandmothers funeral. After a long and emotional week, I ended up in the kiosk of the Amsterdam Zuid train station. As I gave the bag of licorice to the cashier, he mumbled a weary ‘yes’ to me, and I quickly paid the €3.

A little fear of starting a new habit grew within me as I opened the bag and placed it into the deep pockets of my winterjacket. Easily accessible by my hand while, in example, biking.

It is about a 15 minutes bike ride from Amsterdam Zuid train station to my home. A bike ride of 4 kilometers with a speed of 16 kilometers per hour for someone with the weight of around 85 kilograms would cost around 125 calories. The bag of licorice of 225 grams would contain 972 calories. All of it was gone by the time I drove around the Stedelijk Museum.

A small comfort came to me as I realised that with this new habit, I would quickly grow a little belly, that would possibly give me 1-2 more weeks of additional living when the nuclear winter would arrive, and all food would be gone.

such a diverse personality i feel sorry for the algorithms trying to create an advertisement profile

well yes, i would like to speak with a human

dont mention the brexit

mindfulness

a humanoid shaped canvas readily available to project all kinds of ideas onto

sometimes it feels like its just a bit of whistling of bella ciao against an icy winter wind

ik kijk verwilderd on mij heen en roep om rutger bregman

a romantic match so perfect I started to wonder if he hadn’t been grown in a lab especially for her based on her sneakily stolen dna but when I shared these suspicions to one of the bridesmaids i just met she stared a little too long at my face and quickly stopped the conversation

i’ve considered sacrificing little goats, but it would go against my veganism, and i’m unsure if it would actually absolve me of any guilt surrounding the latest flight across the atlantic

i sincerely hope that with age i will be able to appreciate the meaning of passing and receiving greetings to random people

i was taking a walk with thorbecke, sleepy jesus and spinoza when a drunk lady asked me to join her for a bit.

she tried guessing my birthday, we discussed veganism, she shared she had no clue what she was doing, but that sometimes you got to be doing something to get a clue, and she tried guessing my birthday again. (an advantage of being so drunk you can’t remember the conversation anymore and can take multiple first guesses.)

unfortunately she incorrectly guessed february 12 both times.

at that point i realised i must have ended up in an interactive theater performance on the futility of life

in 2010 i told my alaskan roommate about the fall of the dutch government and he responded shocked asking wether the united nations were going to take over now. i laughed in arrogant european back then, but these days i wonder if he had the right idea all along

als een brandnetelstruik naast een natura 2000 gebied