Sunday, December 20, 2009

Lost. Found.

My life is still in boxes. They’re standing in the garage of the flat where I’m living in Stellenbosch, and everytime I open the door they eye me from afar. I’ve opened a whole lot of them, searching for my favorite things: a very expensive cushion for my weary head, my cd collection. Neither has been found and slowly but surely it is starting to drive me mad.



However, on a small outing into town this morning I found large quantities of the Butterfingers and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that I dragged from abroad for my nieces and nephews, and further down the road I even found the Redken Shampoo my mother wanted from America and that I couldn’t find and spend days searching for.


Those I could find.  But my cd's...

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.