Sometimes the will or internal pressure to write something is enormous (is it like sex?). But - somehow you cannot (no, it is not like sex).
One of Czech journalists twittered about his experience from a small hospital noting that this is quite a likely place of death of most of us. From that point of view he would appreciate a more beautiful place. He would appreciate a ball and a flower.
Fortunately I saw a really beautiful squirrel this morning. Moments like this makes the world a little bit more meaningful.
Nekdy je chut neco napsat hodne velka (neco jako sex?). Ale nejde to (ne, neni to jako sex).
A Petr Koubsky trefne a lehce desive napsal na Twitter: "Okresni nemocnice. Nejpravdepobnejsi misto smrti mnoha z nas. Z tohoto zorneho uhlu - mohli by to tu mit hezci. Chtel bych mic a kytku."
Jeste ze jsem rano videl v Ladvi krasnou veverku. Svet je pak smysluplnejsi.
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