Freitag, 4. Dezember 2015

note to myself:
I eat slowly. I smoke slowly. I think slowly.
I am slow.
I'm a snail, maybe a turtle.
For sure I would die if it wasn't for the small private space to which I may retreat to.

Is that just me?
Or are we all like that?
Or maybe it's only me and a few others?
And if the latter is true, how many are we?