Collective Knowledge

Look at a flock of birds.

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I just thought: let’s go to a random place. I picked Soto, a small village in Curaçao.
I caught the bus and got out. Hot… pffft.

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What to write is not so difficult. But how authentic, or how much will I withhold? I read the boek from Tamara Valkenier.

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Every scar is a sentence I can read
Every silence echoes what I need
I kept running, but the past ran fast
Building walls from memories that last

Dear Diary, tonight I choose to fight
I’ll turn my wounds into my light
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I feel carried by the universe. I know this can sound a bit strange, but it is a kind of flow I feel since october/november 2025.

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The last weeks I left my passport on the same place. Because this was the one thing I should not forget or get lost in any way.

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Chupi, the cat, lives in the house where I will stay from march 4th until april 7th. The deal is that I give her food and we will give eachother company. And really, she is one of the sweetest cats I ever encountered.

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This was how it looked like, the last day I was here. Not neat, but I did not have to according to the new owner. So I went easily along with his terms.

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