Yesterday I visited the place I will work for a while. How odd it is, jumping from one place to another, solely for the purpose of making som money. But without any object, it is difficult to decide where to go.  The people there seem kind, at least that’s the impression I have. I observe their movement, their eyes, what they are looking at, like a child trying to learn how the adults want us to behave. Yes, I still have that in me, the child who studies adults to survive in  this world; what they revere and what they reprimand, the standards they have, what I need to do to be loved in this world. 

 I hop to another place. A random hideout I found in the suburbs. People seem to wonder why on earth I chose to work there. It takes me more than an hour and a half to arrive there. And it’s not that well-paid. Why on earth?  Because it doesn’t cause distress inside of me. As simple as that.