this morning I almost got run over by a car. If I had been walking a little faster than I was I would have been hit in my side by a blue hyundai, and my body parts would have been thrust in different directions in buitengracht street. It took a while to calm down, and I think its really just sunk in that I missed death by a few seconds..
I have been a little sad the past few days + at some point I wished I could be whisked away from my reality to somewhere (anywhere) else. The irony is that this morning my wish was almost granted.
