February 27, 2013
Finding myself
Most of this doesn't mean anything anymore and I don't think there's anything more sad about this life.
February 25, 2013
February 22, 2013
February 21, 2013
Found
In Paris, we found a German book store, ironically. They had a few old, already read books on sale, and I couldn't resist to buy this Nietzsche edition from the sixties.
When I came home, I found a metro ticket between the pages. Someone must have used it as a reading mark. I think it is as old as the book is, and I couldn't help but smile.
February 16, 2013
February 13, 2013
February 10, 2013
February 09, 2013
February 06, 2013
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