I want to be on the road again, I want to rest from the boarding house and feel like a person again… next weekend, apparently, if the authorities are in a good mood.

today, an Advent poetry reading is planned, but I have almost nothing new because my work is frozen in ice…. I don’t see the desire and the point, but if you ask, I will participate.

by the way, the whole boarding house is going crazy, and it’s hard for me to communicate with unhealthy people again, somehow, I’m losing my vitality.
I know it all depends on me, but sometimes it turns into a prison, but how do you look here….