Restlessness

Restlessness pumps through me, my body-thought being I am, my hands are typing into this thing in front of me that is going to be read by you, another thought-body being - embodied thought or bodied enthought or indeed no such distinction?! Looking on the inside and on the outside: should I not drink caffiene, a bitter, white crystalline xanthine alkaloid that acts as a psychoactive stimulant drug and a mild diuretic<sup>[3].....
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Off to the airport in a minute. Sitting down at my wooden table in the apartment that is not mine but filled with my material things. The apartment that never will feel mine, so I am looking for possibilities, leef meer in de wereld van mogelijkheden dan van materiële realiteit... Ik zie de laptop voor mij, hoor muziek uit de speakers komen, kijk omhoog uit het raam en zie The Sky: blue.
In a minute I will post this message, walk to the bathroom, apply my mascara. (Let's hope I don't trip up on the way. I'll let you know)
See you at the airport. Schiphol airport at 18.35 today.

Bye for now,
Me</sup>