Broken Bronze

I woke up too early to see that things are breaking up around me. I haven't been doing nothing special (seeing movies: Shaun of the Dead and Schindler's List, writing research plan for my MA-thesis).

But the thing, yesterday morning (afternoon in my case) a bird flow into my room. It was panicked, I was panicked (small birds, they can peck off your eyes!!!!). Hannele opened the window more wide, so this one small great blue tit (what a name in English, Talitintti!) flew away. I managed to get over that, but today. I went for shower really normally but somewhere in the middle I heard metal's clatter and half of my ring (from U.) was rolling on the floor. Other part of it clinged on my finger looking really really sad.

Now it is in two parts on my dresser. I feel naked without ring (well, quite easily then, hehe). But is this now somehow just a signs everywhere. FORGET. FORGET. And where should I get on, when I don't know much about myself either. Is there some expedients? Who knows? I don't. By the way, last SMG album (as well as second last) are brilliant. I don't have the later yet, but... huh.