What do you want?

3.

Hello again,

feels good, fun, interesting to write to you. A few thoughts from today. A few words from my time as homeless.

I made contact with my ex and told her I was coming to the cottage to get my things. Turns out she had gotten rid of them, thrown away, sold and burned them!

My first reaction was what the fuck, and I thought about calling the cops. But then I thought it over... thought it was just things.

It feels kind of nice to own only what you can carry, what fits in a backpack. A nice feeling, a feeling of freedom.

But surely there is a difference between things and things. Some things are good to have, for example a few books. That was what made me go to town today, the lack of a book on my nightstand (an answer to the question about what I do at night, I read). I got two books, one by Paul Auster and one by Siri Hustvedt. Did you read any of the two? Do you have nay favorite authors?

I like the above mentioned and also John Fowles (The Magus).

Do you have any tips?

This was a lot about me...

Want to know more about you, curious...

Tell me, whatever you want to.

What do your days/nights look like?

Thoughts about the future?

What do you want?

Why I don´t write and paint... not the “right” time, too much else “demanding” my time. Because when I finally do it I want to be able to give it all of my time, that is when I found my place...

Kind of like when I play the drums, I become absorbed and don´t want anything to bother me... But the writing/painting/drumming can also have a releasing effect, an emptying of thoughts that bother, that you afterwards feel clean, cleansed. So it doesn´t have to be wrong.

Now it´s about me again...

I´m going to finish off for this time and leave it to you, to tell about you, if you want to, whatever you want to.

No demands, just a curious me...

 

Thomas