Today a new realisation started to unfold. I realised that sometimes we need to escape not only from pasted bad things, but from the loss of the best of things. To my disappointment I realised that it appears easier to escape the good things rather than the bad. And yet, against myself I still carry a toothbrush in my pocket. Soon perhaps whiplash hits in. Until then, I’ll keep body, mind and soul busy.

Tomorrow I go to Brussels to visit Posh Spice.

I might develop this thought further, but for now this us all I wanted to say.