"These days I seem to think alot about the things that i forgot to do"

Everything changes. Constantly. My constant reflection upon everyday life practice seems to wander more and more to conclusions that nothing is constant and that life today for mee seems almost empty, without not even one constant.

Meetings, seminars, scheduelling that never sticks to the schedule, the neverending pendulum between anxiety and euphoria. Moreover my courselitterature seems to introduce me even more to this.

Relations, relations, relations. People. Men. Women. Humans. Change. Never stay. Appear and vanishes. On a bicycle, in the midst of a dancefloor, walking out of the room.

The world around me built up all summer, falling apart. Falling down, crusting under my bicicleta. The fucking bicicleta, si? It's also falling apart. Changing appearence. Le beauté de diable. Faust.

Life's but a illusion?

There's although somethings that never grow old.

Ideas.
Ideals.
The dandyist influenced neverending beautiful autumn fashion.
The taste of salt porridge with milk in the morning.
P1.

Just the things you need in times like these.