“Verbum sat sapienti.” -Terenz

There’s dust everywhere in this blog.. and that lightbulb flickers.. Ah well, I suppose I have no one to blame but myself. But tidying? Heh, nah.. no time.

What’s taking up my time? I don’t really know myself. My favourite theory at the moment is that the day has less hours than usual for some reason. In any way, the time since october went by like water.
Maybe that is also because the time has been so acutely intense. (and still is)

Even when I still had my head stuck in civil service I felt like it was the mountain of semolina pudding that you have to eat a hole through to reach Cockaigne with it’s flying roasted quails. However now, sitting on this cotton candy cloud, it looks as if everything that happened in the past was part of a huge alpine semolina massif, that was to be  traversed.
Everything that happened formed the human that fiddles about with his keyboard right now. If only a single domino had not been in the exact spot where he was hit by his falling neighbour – who knows, I might have become an entirely different person.

I have begun to study and its every bit as self-paced, relaxed and pleasantly scuffed as I wished my school to be since fourth grade. I had to eat a hole through the sugarless pudding of horrid teachers, wooden people and stiffened idiotic policies and now im in luck and breathe the fresh air of the other side.
But even brighter than the Alma Mater another Lady shines, the sun after the tunnel, as the outcome of five years of paresthesia. This semolina pudding was not only lacking sugar, it was salted. Caraway was added somehow and shards of glass. It also glinted in a shade of green.

But now I’m through and I am looking forward to the quails and the sun on my face and to whatever this sweetly smelling, brownish substance in that river over there is. Looks like Captain Morgan’s to me.

Prost!

Pic © Siamois