thinking, overthinking and the many kinds of silence
good thing is i've finally talked to Magi (we meet once every three months or so since i've moved to vienna) and we actually talked for a change. they cancelled her apprenticeship yet again -and yet again she's eerily positive about all of it. she's an incredibly strong woman who'd deserve so much better than she gets in every way.
oh, and she called Wolkso (who she met briefly about 3 months ago) "die komische" (the strange one) and "ökotussi" (eco chick) when i talked to her about her (also very briefly) and told me that, yes indeed, she probably isn't as interested in me as she likes to pretend if she doesn't even notice when i get my hair (radically) cut. i laughed a lot. it's easy talking to her, it clears my mind, puts matters into perspective.
i've semi-decided to apply to architecture in october, but i still need to do some research on that matter... get my ass moving in general. and do me a favor and don't talk to me about it. just don't until at least december, or i'll probably just quit again.
and i'll do some creative work until then, looking forward to that at least. my brain feels like a dried-up sponge, i'm ready to get busy again. don't mention that either, will you.
i also thought about cancelling my trip to Amsterdam with Wolkso. maybe i just ought to go on my own?! probably. can't say yet. there's no need to repeat myself, is there.





