... on Monday mornings.
And in the concrete boxes in the outskirts of our cities.
And in the fact that there is no magic in our daily lives.

I'm taking this all too seriously.

Sometimes I wish there could be somekind of a hologram-thingy that could replay some scenes that have happened earlier.

There are so many things I wanted to hear, so many smiles I wanted to recall, so many other expressions I wanted to see, all over and over again I'd watch and listen...
Especially in those moments when there really isn't anything and a painting for the art history class is drying and all of your friends are too far (or in a bar getting wasted).

How obvious do I have to get?

Top Design, hot from the Catwalks: PhaiK! Let's CONSUME the world-embracing power of all things BORING and PRE-CHEWED and PLASTIC!

P.s. Your government Loves you and only wants you to OBEY in return.