fres is fres again

now in therapy, no consultant, no banker anymore. Life is so real, one realizes in isolation, I swear. When you’re lonely, everything seems small and big at the same time. Size and relations seem impersonal, not measurable. Intersubjectivism gets stretched to the utmost. Now painting, talking bout structural neo positivism. THAT IS REAL, THAT IS BAD, THAT IS GOOD. Hope to see all my friends soon in complete liberty, which is never complete, but I now know what I mean, believe me. Not Asia, not London, but intermundiae treffen wir uns. Prost ohne psychotropie, für lange.

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