In the room where my desk is, is the price. The fabric, however, is that enough for the fact that the facades of the buildings on the other side of the road, will catch a glimpse of it through the cloth. The siennaröda and Stockholmsgula the properties of interest to me and, frankly, less. However, if I raise the eyes above the rooftops shimmering in the sky.
for months, going back to that limited piece of the infinity has been modstulet line. At the same time, the city's major hospitals to military control, is in the sky, however, is high, and the blue line. In a word: irresistible.
" it's hard to believe, Pascal. Förskansad of cistercienserna in Port-Royal outside of Paris, the noted French philosopher, towards the end of his life: ”the Mankind are all of the problems are based in man's inability to sit quietly in a room.” But days like these are the words of evil are in focus. It should be a man's destruction, it is freedom of interaction with others in the open air, has become her biggest threat. Without a partnership, without a joint and well-thought out efforts of the disappearance of the danger, however, is not. How to get to grips with this apparent contradiction?
At this point, we know that the virus doesn't distinguish between the people and the mission. It respects no territorial boundaries, and to attack us where we are, the most vital is the exchange with the surrounding environment through the eyes, nose and mouth. With the exception of the youngest part of the population, which so far does not appear to he concerned, to avoid the things we find so difficult to resist: to discriminate against them. Nevertheless, to obey the command right now is: discrimination.
The only mitigating factor I can see in this social disengagement is, by its proximity to the rest of europe. When the piano player and The Man gives the huskonserter live on Twitter, every night, on one occasion, in stocking feet, at other times, wearing a hoodie, to create the community in isolation. This is no tights, no flights of solidarity, has always been the written word, the strength of the. A book allows the reader to be at peace, but to leave her alone. It will give her a ticket for a world in which she was experiencing on it's own without having to loose the contact with other living beings, which is possibly fictional, but no less revolutionary for it.
the eyes , from the sky to the desktop, I am thinking that the differences that are needed, the need to stay social. Since the doors are now shut down, no one should go into the ”splendid isolation”, as it is of a Man estimated to Gustav Mahler, called a couple of weeks, then he went back to the family. On the contrary, the. Man, shows that it is possible, that collectively, not only to keep the distance without a care in the. This is common, but the spread of quarantine involves the disruption – not least of all financially. And, certainly, it is easier to endure for those of us who have a roof over our heads, a fridge, and internet access. However, it also means sharing the care.
the Germans agree, the feeling is happy with what they refer to as the Heimat, the French think of la patrie. Perhaps, the swedes, the closer the state to the core. We say, ”country of birth”. It is not a regional cozy corner of the world, or something, symbolically, in the kingdom of god, founded on patriarchal values. But the ground on which a man is brought up and formed.
Although I was born of parents from different countries and cultures in a third country, that is, in the last three-quarters of a century they have lived high on the idea of a ”small community”. Still, I imagine that his real native land is the top of the desktop. Out of nowhere, I have spent a little more time, out of nowhere, I've been focusing on as peculiar interests, and more often have been taken out of my delusions.
the table has changed shape many times. In the beginning, there was a rickety history of spetsduk a sydgrekisk port. Every morning during the long summer months must be in the middle teens and I, who wanted to revolutionize the world literature, to remove the degrading of the canvas in the reseskrivmaskinen. Still enough for a toilet, because my aunt would put it back in. In order to save their honour, I was wondering still: what about the flying carpet, the model is less?
Then, consisted of my native land for a long time, a door laid on a pair of trestles. However, there have also been office desks with sticky notes in the drawers, which showed the medical centre they belonged to. And the girl companions are the mountain after the golden bones.
all the table is that I'm right, then in the summer with my aunt, have been to them like the flying carpets with the four legs. Their finest qualities to hear that they were able to take me anywhere, even into Hell, or the Shangri-La, but my body needed to move. For the past twenty-plus years, are comprised of the carpet with an operating licence granted by a construction of wood and steel tubing. No-one I have shared as many secrets. If I had muscles, probably, it would be the first thing I'd save in a fire.
standing in front of a window. It took a long time before I thought of it. Perhaps it is because the relationship between the surface and the window. Both of them have four sides, both offering the racing thoughts and the protection of equal dimensions.
I would like to wish those with whom I am in these days of a pandemic, panic, parts of the spacer, it would be a flying carpet. For those who manage to sit quietly in a room, as Pascal said, it offers the surface, due probably to update their knowledge and skills in social terms. Sometimes it reminds of the of the sky, even if it is grey, or occasionally blue.
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