All excited I get my crafts material. I decide I can easily hold stuff in both my hands and still bike. I have an AGM poster to make. I never do though. I crash my bike at the bottom of the hill and go into convulsions. In the ambulance I am placed on a spine board. I have lost about 7 minutes of my life. But the news is good. Yes my hip is black and blue, Yes I have a little rock in my forehead, but other than that I am fine. I will heal. I don't even seem to have a concussion. There is one strange thing though. Everything seems fake. Life is as surreal as it can be. Or am I finally seeing the true nature of the ashram? What are all these people dancing outside for anyway?
Heftig! Beterschap.
ReplyDeleteHier in Groningen hebben we een pittige aardbeving gehad. Ook zoiets........