i didn't went to school today.
just because i didn't feel like seeing all those people, all those faces.
instead i went to the libary and had some lecture of gerhard richter. he's a quite interesting painter. i admire his protraits a lot, but i never knew that he draws them after photos. i found it surprising to see that my favorite work shows a girl that was murdered and richter found her photo in the newspaper one day and painted her afterwards.
because i needed coffee - my weariness is overwhelming at the moment - i decided to get some at the coffeshop. i sat there, burnt my tongue and watched people passing by.
i sat next to a woman and somehow we talked to each other, but not with words with glances.
outside the shop was a clump of people, smoking. the dust of their cigarettes faded away so quickly, just as the toughts and emotions the smoker blew out with it.
i asked the woman if we could do that again but sadly she was a passenger.