Hay asunto que es a todas luces dimensional. Meaning, how much you're really able to manage. Not only in terms of space (physical, mental), but also in terms of how reality seems to slip in without the most minimal utterance of warning. So it then happens that you actually surprise yourself caught up in the middle of the street watching out for the ice as if everything were perfectly normal. And then you talk with people and they seem awkwardly nice. Then you come to realise: 'The king is a thing -- of nothing' (i do so much hate these fucking keyboards without any accents and all the keys mixed up - since i haven't been able yet to set the laptop, etcetera. For instance, the parentheses are in a different key so everytime i try to close one it seems to be opening).
No mas noticias desde el frio por mientras.
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que rico el frío invernal del norte u.u
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