Barely awake enough, walking up Diagonal to a clients’ office. My pace following what sounds in the iPod. These espadrilles are made for walking and that’s just what they’ll do. O, shuffle gods, give me a good beat and let music get me there. Fast.
Moments from the weekend coming back in a probably not so random order. In the spaces between, playing with words.
Skip a step, look up.
Cloudy now, later won’t anymore,
wishing for the best.



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