Here I am. An angel. So strange to realize I was so old when this photo was taken. I thought I was much younger. So strange, because in a year time my life will break down forever and I will never be the same again. I will continue in this self-contradiction until I am 28 years old, when I will suffer from yet another breakdown, though there will no longer be anyone to take care of me. There never was. These two breakdowns were actually related with one another. Like a hiccup. This time however I will set on a still never ending journey in search of myself. So strange to come back to this photo now during a stay by a completely different lake in a completely different place which apparently has nothing? to do with my past sitting on the pier during sunrise. The sun was setting back then. Suddenly so many thoughts came up my mind. A prelude to my next painting. Who am I today? Am I finally myself? Am I happy? The two swans on the photo, I have seen them again together by the pier. A consolation. Maybe I have actually missed a moment of happiness. Maybe life is like a fishing net made of knots of happiness, entirely leaky. A piece of ceramic once cracked progressing with yet more cracks at increasing pace.
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