if you still want me, please forgive me

So I have printed some papers. Just to let you know.

I'm listening Radio Helsinki, which I've got hooked. Jonna and Lasse are playing Arcade Fire's song, which I haven't heard in a long time. I tried to call friends, they didn't answer.

Good damn, I might be the shittiest friend then what one can have: always complaining, always trying to contact. Here at works there is some strange candies from somewhere IndoChina, ginger, my favourite spice. I've noticed that where ever I go, I tend to meet new nice people. Is it up to everyone or not, or am I in a situation where I need some new contacts.

I want to know why people are scared. Why people cannot see. Why we are here. Is it really for us, this place, this time. We talked with mysterious mister H on sunday evening that it doesn't make any difference when time is changing and times goes harder for people to understand. Man is made for transforming himself. But it makes somehow comforting feeling inside to understand, that people have survived over the years, and probably I am not going to make any difference to that.

It's also comforting to hear people's talking. I am not alone. I'm not.