Packing presents an opportunity to clean out stuff. While cleaning out stuff, one often rediscovers hidden treasures — like a certain note book of mine.
I now present a small selection of the oddness I wrote there, probably around 2001/2002
That’s what I have
It’s got slime and dust and crap
At least I know it’s mine
It glooged. Then it glooged again. It was the way of the water cooler.
Whenever someone took water from it, it would gurgle an gloog in n enthusiastic and cheerful manner
One might say that
The extraction fan hummed
But ‘hummed’ isn’t quite right
‘Hummed’ is cheerful, happy
The fan wasn’t happy
The fan wasn’t carefree
There was no cheer nor bliss
But still, the fan hummed
There are some weird sketches too. I may scan them and present them for your viewing enjoyment.