An email to the ex-housemates.
And I hope it ends at Ciao for now,
Because I need some time,
To get over some stuff.

Last Words.

Gibberish from London for Hus 2,
From the last of the class to leave the hus.

The very last memory of the pendeltag journey,
Was pitch darkness,
With only the reflections of people inside
- including Nike & I.

So our house never made it to China Station.
What a shame.

I nearly forgot to remove the line in my room,
Because it looked so natural.
Trust me,
It was rather persistent on staying on the floor.

I waited to see sunshine that day but it never came.
Instead, I spotted some green birds,
Pecking at "Jaap's ball of fat with seeds",
While alone at the breakfast table today.

For a while,
It felt like life in Haninge had always been this way.
No sun, no one.
What music should I be playing on a day like that?
A Haninge soundtrack, perhaps?

This idea came to my head then.

"After" could be before "Before".





Because A comes before B.

And, then comes C.

Ciao.