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

it was so much burgerlijk fuss for what might as well have been a normal tuesday in july

the industrial harbour view from my office seems to always leave me pondering, most times on the end of humanity

back when the hive mind told me to be angry about my individual liberties

i have returned from an inner exploration journey and you won’t believe the stuff I’ve seen

the positive angle on it all is that if the second coming is taking much longer it will be convenient he knows how to walk on water

it’s a four seasons landscaping type nostalgia

the cat of one of the ladies gave birth to four kittens in one of the waiting rooms.

everyone looked at me strange when i ran around the place trying to find a parrot, a dog and three women. when i finally found them they were happy to be put in a taxi to a monastery in the country side, germany had been too crowded and chaotic for them.

when the big bus arrived in Wormer several refugees were not allowed in the facility because they were not white enough to be ukrainian. it was evening, with no public transport or homeless shelters to go to.

my belarusian alter ego, a tall guy in his late twenties working in software development walked in at the beginning of the evening asking if he could help translate. he told me he was so ashamed of his governments involvement in the war.

the coordinator warned us there are now several signals a day of people trying to traffic the refugees. on my first shift i let in some people that were looking for their brother. half an hour later the police ran in looking for them because they didn’t buy their story.

in my break i made the mistake of looking at the news, with the frontpage showing pictures of body bags and graves in marioepol.

in the end she was able to convince me to not to include my audio recording collection of german train conductors softly mumbling their announcements on my linked in profile

after 9 long and confusing years i am now proud to announce that i think i’ve finally gotten around to memorise my phone number

occasionally i drink crappy coffee as an act of rebellion against the lazy stereotypes of one of the subcultures I have managed to subscribe myself to