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[likepatsycline]

It is nearly two o'clock. My sister Tess is in Amsterdam now. I have my dissertation to write, I don't know what to say. I dream about going somewhere golden. There was always a certain feeling about life that I thought I would have - I see it in a painting or hear it in a piece of music. I keep thinking I am just not in the right place, but it isn't that at all, is it?

For my dissertation, I use words like cloistered. Today, I finally learnt to draw a face in profile. I just thought of the best face I have ever seen and it seemed so easy after that.