It is strange out walking and thinking some family and old friends may not last long after being poison poked, and here I am just enjoying the trees and detaching from their fate and misfortune.
Walking alone has his purity. Years of walltalking instead of walktalking. My choice is now keeping distance from old entourage to safe my energy. Good time to dive in myself. Making an booklet of this historical period. Title dutch: (on)zin.