A strange day with grey skies and a chill in the wind that does not quite belong to this season. Equally strange numbness about the landscape I travel through today. Trying to remember the now, the present and what should be important, but never quite is, as something much more trivial, yet necessary or instructed stubbornly sits in the way.
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to my twin brother too. Happy birthday to the ten year olds sitting in the kitchen with the orange wallpaper, a vase with a flowers on the table, eating cake and looking out at the passing trains through the venetian blinds, that should have been pulled up for a better view. Happy birthday to the echo of that time, that was, that is and remains in my thoughts.
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