mentally prepared for the world after our global trade system collapses and we pay €15.000 for a crappy smartphone. I will be sewing my own baggy pants and work in the garden. by the light of a candle i will write letters to my acquaintances.

I’m no longer afraid of the aesthetic freakshow that was the 1990s

A spark.
We see ourselves,
The earth is round,
The sun in the centre,
And God in our head,

Borders on the map,
The wall in pieces,
Towers on the ground,
While the water rises,
And then suddenly,

will i be ready to wear my pink scrunchy again in the world after corona? as if nothing happened?

All the gardens are sprouting with flowers
All the treetops are bursting with birds
And the people all know that it’s over
They lay down their airs and they hang up their tiresome words

the biggest group of friends the world has ever seen. we will be jumping, and laughing, forever. it will be great, right?

my soul replenishes at the sight of some well spaced out buttons

shabbath shalom, mother nature

I’d never imagined the apocalypse to be so sunny

like that one time a drunken polish guy looked me in the eye and told me i looked like the lead singer of depeche mode

considered becoming eastern orthodox but i don’t have the facial hair for it

starting a renting business to lease out small grey bearded flemish guys explaining a complex problem of your choice in a calm and peaceful manner

innerlijke vrede, etc

we spent some time refining our fun facts in case we get into some icebreaker moment again

not penny’s boat