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Hello! I'm sitting on a sailboat in Croatia writing you this newsletter. I've fallen in love with sailing. It's not a yuppie sport like I thought. Actually, it is, because regular people don't realize how accessible it can be. It's not any more expensive than a trip to anywhere, and it's an amazing feeling to wake up in the middle of the ocean or fly across the water in utter silence. In any case, it's fantastically beautiful. I might be able to keep this feeling even after I return?

Maybe I'm seeing

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from the telegraph
Sorry, but the Keanu Reeves thing really does fascinate me. Maybe he really is an alien? Like that one movie he was in where he played an alien? Isn't that sad? That people like Keanu or Rainn Wilson, celebrities who aren't full of themselves, documented as good, decent people seem few and far between? Maybe I just don't pay enough attention to famous people? The kitten therapy video is just...heartwarming to say the least.

This week I saw a (actual) dead snake and realized that I haven't been paying attention to wildlife the way I did when I was a kid. Things pass me by because I've been afraid to stop and look. That ends, again. I commit to remember not to forget to remember that the world is so much more interesting when you let the nature in...

...well, don't let the nature in like this. Or do? This interior design is stunning, but the fact that this is a company and not a public space makes me feel like there's something sinister about mimicking nature inside.

Maybe I'm creative

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I finished this book two days ago
I've been reading comics by Liv Strömquist. I recommend them to everyone, but especially those who question the status quo, are in any way feminist and/or have noticed that history has perspectives. So really, if you are reading this newsletter, then I recommend them especially to YOU. Unfortunately, I only find one in English (I'm reading in German).

This entire week I'm in an observant mood. Nothing about the air or the earth or my brain seems to be passing me by. I'm here, present. My senses are still. I must have needed a trip to the sea.

Back in December, I went to see an exhibition of Basquiat. I wasn't a huge fan of Basquiat before the exhibition (I went to see Schiele, whose part of the exhibition was disappointing to say the least), but became a fan as a result. He had the temperament and good advice on how to deal with it.

Maybe I need help?

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