Three weeks since i got into a hitting-backspace-spree and no sign of improvement. This draft is full of dead start and looks like a dump of words with no meaning if you read them one after another. I even had a dream about it some days ago, but the dream faded away so don’t think I’m gonna start with some… backspace-backspace-backspace.

It happened again. Looks like I can’t avoid it. Or maybe it’s a loop, a neverending loop, a everreturning loop. I’ve tried everything, even not writing, but well doesn’t work like that. Too much stuff, too much words, an overload of thoughts. But nothing, and then I figured it out: maybe this is just about stealing stuff. And so… - Toilets and culture and the culture of toilets… backspacebackspacebackspace - It’s a wonder how we somehow manage to find out way around. … backspacebackspacebackspace - The practice is all that remains. … backspacebackspacebackspace - Believe it or not, this mass of zucchini and egg is an open-faced sandwich I’m about to eat. … backspacebackspacebackspace

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Today was a lovely day, and they stole my striped shirt hanging outside. Somebody is by any chance trying to say me something?

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So, now, let’s get back to “things”. And let’s forget about the backspace key.