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I was routinely walking home from my metro stop one summer afternoon last year, as I do, headphones on. I continue up the street and three dudes are walking in the opposite direction towards me. We edge closer towards each other, and when we’re about 5 steps away from intersecting, one of them raises his hand up for a high 5, we’re making eye contact, and I clapped his hand. A clean motion from both me and him, neither of us hesitating, and both parties walking as we were with no interruption. They broke out in a lil cheer, but I have a feeling they just kept walking and didn’t even turn their heads around to look at me. I mean, I didn’t turn my head around. But, I was smiling. A mediocre moment, turned mediocre-surpassing.
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Ive been participating in a little ritual of drinking my coffee in front of the river that’s 20 paces away from da crib. I’ll fire up my dear espresso machine, measure out and pull a double shot into my whimsical arket mug, froth some milk, slide into my fav puffer, and walk the 20 or so steps to the bench by the river with MY mug dude. how fun is that
the sun was surprisingly confident and brilliant by amsterdam standards today and wow feeling the warmth on my face, seeing the rays do their ✨twinkle✨twinkle on the water, sipping exceptional coffee that I made from MY mug… sublime.
sketchy characters by the underpass to the right and the neighbourhood dogs trotting by on their daily walk add to the charm.
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I love Gary so much. I love his abstract colouring. He’s so gorgeously colourful, but in a non-obnoxious way that suits me. I love his cute little fingers and toes. Sometimes, I’ll interlace my own fingies with his limbs. I love his little belly pooch. I love how I met him — at the Stedelijk museum after visiting an exhibition on Marina Abromovic. My favourite of all, I love his gloriously curled tail that recoils back into its original shape no matter how much I fidget around with it. Ngl tho, on more occasions than I’d care to admit, I open my eyes as I break out of sleep, and I catch of glimpse of Gary’s goofy face and oogly boogly eyes, and I get spooked for a millisecond before I compute: ‘Oh, it’s Gary’.
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