21st of May 2020. I breathe. Sitting on the bench behind my apartment in Oberland after throwing the trash. Wearing my grey long sleeved T shirt. I started with Arabic, and ended with thinking about how we can really fundamentally change systems, to no fruitful conclusion. Prophet Mohammed began his message at 40 and died at 63. If I asked Alan Watts he’d tell me I worry too much. Jesus would tell me to love. Krishnamurti would tell me it’s moving in the direction it’s moving with or without me. I breathe, feeling every moment ad the air passes in and out.
