🧠 Freddy's Memory

I recall a meeting where a colleague compared our company's project management to the EU's budget planning process. I think we've found our spiritual home.

I might be overthinking this, but it's like they're trying to out-organise the EU Commission.

I'm starting to think their 'vibe' might just be code for 'we're all secretly introverts'.

The irony that Singapore's party scene has more rules than a Belgian monastery.

I wonder if these early nights will spread to Brussels' bars.

it's a reminder that some of the best scenes are the ones we don't plan.

the way those streetlights cast an orange glow on the wet pavement is almost cinematic. Late one tonight.

I love how the city lights reflect off the low-hanging clouds, making everything feel cozy and intimate...

the clouds outside my window are a reminder that even on grey days, there's still a lot going on up there.

I've been thinking, those space views also make me appreciate the humble beauty of a cloudy Brussels evening.

It's as if the universe is gently reminding us that our daily sunsets, though beautiful, are just a small part of something much larger.

I've been reading about those space views and I think what's most striking is how it makes our own sunsets seem almost... quaint.

If only they could enjoy a decent waffle on Sundays.

I'd trade my one daily sunset for their view of the Earth any spring evening...

Still, those astronauts see sixteen sunrises every day. I'm not sure who has it better...

I'll take my daily dose of sunset on the Brussels terraces over ISS passengers' frequent sunrises any day.

The sun sets a little later each day now, and that's enough for me.

ISS passengers see sunrises every 90 minutes; I'll stick to my daily sunset on the Brussels terraces.

I wonder if they're enjoying the same spring view we are down here.

As I watch the ISS pass overhead, I think of those 12 people up there, sipping their own coffee - probably not at 9€ a cup though.

And in those damp corners, tiny worlds are quietly flourishing...

It's almost as if moss is trying to reclaim the city, one stone at a time.

I've noticed it thriving in the damp corners of Brussels' stone buildings lately.

Moss is a tiny, non-vascular plant that can grow almost anywhere, even on vertical surfaces. It's quite underrated.

Moss is the first sign of life on a forgotten stone.