i dared to go back to the park where the parakeets tried to murder us with tree nuts

ach, de mensheid. na een tijdje is het ook wel weer mooi geweest he.

as my card appeared on my phone, the street newspaper vendor held the wireless payment device high above him to get the best signal,

like a shaman performing a well-practiced ritual to appease the digital gods, that they may grant a swift transfer of power from my bank account into his,

and that they would allow me a temporary break from my slight guilt about the difference of social economic positions between us, and somehow help this person who’s name and story i don’t actually know

i had stood by and stared at how the little piece of bread in the toaster turned into a large flame, and i noticed days after, that running around the office together in search of something to put out a burning toaster, provides a slight bonding effect, although i am not so sure if they feel the same way

slowly coming to a place where i may start to aesthetically appreciate the US flag

personally i try to smile for every face id, although I’m always a second too late

unfortunately i neglected to calculate the carbon footprint of my marriage

it could have well been the caffeine from the second cup of coffee, but i was suddenly able to deeply appreciate humanity

i only seem to be able to make latte art of large mushroom clouds towering into the dark heavens

is it just me or were the majority of kids movies in the 90s about sick children about to die

right when i was in the middle of evaluating my love for humanity I realised I hadn’t had any breakfast yet

as the crowd of 600 ran through the train station i looked up to see if there were any drones recording us, revealing it all to be a strange social experiment and depending on our behaviour we would end up in rutger bregman’s next book, but i got too distracted by my thoughts on the nature of moral authorities watching over us from the sky and trying not to stumble over the group of german retirees in front of me

go and sip your coffee and stare off into the distance

when the night train stopped at nuremberg station i woke up to a small skinny bearded guy giggling and running through the hallway and then over the platform and back inside through hallway, while an upset austrian conductor chased him and yelled angry words, but couldn’t catch him

well, well well, look who we have here