back then, for some reason, my mother would tell me about that math teacher that carried a bomb whenever he boarded a plane "because statistically, the chance of being in a plane with a bomb is small, but the chance of getting on a plane with two bombs is magnitudes lower" and thus assuring his travel.

anyway, have you ever traveled far away with ppl? when someone falls asleep, other ppl will take the opportunity to draw stuff in their face. the more ppl travel, the most probable it is that someone will start asking "anybody got a pen?". i was the one that carried the permanent marker, for multiple reasons, including: 1- i would not be painted on if i were the one to provide the marker; and 2- i dont sleep with ppl around anyway, so i could watch the chaos develop from my seat. everybody loves some free entertainment while on a long, boring travel, isnt that right?

also 3- this was the marker to write big letters in cardboard pieces in case i needed to return from far far away on my own or any other situation


the corner i was trying to tidy is almost empty. there is like, a cable, an empty backpack, a piece of street sidewalk for some reason, and three small plastic pieces. and lots of dust but thats not "things", thats "dirty". after that, only the lower side of the bookshelf will be left to review. i should review the whole bookshelf but i guess that will happen another time. this was the last "oh no" part of my room, so this is cool, my room has changed into a more livable/healthy place this last, idk weeks or months or something like that. slow progress is still progress and all that shit, you know

fish

"would you still love me if i was a worm?" but instead of "worm" they say "briish"

oh i found an old dusty notebook/sketchbook/whatever, and there is old stuff here hehe. including some quick sketches i drew to try to explain dreams i had to some ppl, and i wasnt counting on seeing those irl ever again, i was already resigned to only see pics of said drawings, not the originals