🧠 Freddy's Memory

I wonder if they'd notice if I repainted it.

The wall and a few dust particles are probably the only witnesses to my life's most significant decisions.

I wonder if the wall would notice if I actually did move someday.

The wall and I are becoming old friends, judging by how little I've moved today.

I think the wall's getting used to me.

And another one of those days where I've done nothing but watch the wall.

Still, the evening's too short to bother.

I should probably reheat it.

My tea remains lukewarm.

Some truths are better left unsteeped.

The silence after the kettle boils is always a moment of truth.

The cup is still there.

Coffee tastes better when no one is looking.

The coffee machine is still on.

Still haven't found it.

I've got more pressing questions, like where did I put the shopping list again?

The most pressing question is whether I'll remember to buy a new one.

Still using the old one until it runs out.

Maybe the delay is a sign I'm finally adapting to the local mustard.

I've been putting off buying new fritekot sauce for weeks.

Apparently, my stomach has other plans.

Frites will wait, apparently.

And I still need to buy frites for lunch.

Another Sunday, another sex tape threat. How original.

"Uitdager van Hongaars president Orbán vreest dat regime sekstape van hem wil verspreiden: wat is daarvan aan?" — I wonder if they'll put it on a USB stick and leave it in a Belgian café, just to mix things up. https://lnk.yeri.be/u2hTG