Tomorrow evening I leave. This means that I’ll be absent for brief (?) periods of time until Sunday evening. I’m sure this will be adequate even though I’m a bit sceptical about the whole away from Internet really. There is this fear of breaking down, an anxiety that’s been growing. Soon it might be solid. Solid as a sock with a brick, a dusty brick that crumbles on impact and thus destroy all evidence. Sure it will be fine. Fine…

• Thursday: find sketchbook, eat ice cream and watch Shakespeare.
• Friday: tabletop games.
• Saturday: fuck knows.
• Sunday: train homewards.

This is the plan. Plans can be changed. At least to a certain degree. Saturday can change in any way possible. I urge something to happen.

It’s quite fun though, that all people in the Quite Sketchy Group™ became a bit busy at the same time. Photos and analogue art will be posted here and there when I get home. Some photos probably when I’m there too, after all, I know myself.