Today I was supposed to go to the suburbs for a work thing with another wonderful person.
We’re driving, driving, and she says – where are we going, this isn’t the right road?
I say, exactly, not the right one, but I’m following a yellow license plate EB XXXXX – don’t remember the numbers.
Whatever, I say – here’s the exit, we’ll stop by our warehouse. I turn right and end up behind a white plate EK 68284 – this time I remembered the numbers – and I follow it all the way to the turn for the warehouse. At the warehouse, we just make it before the restaurant closes, which – according to Ayurveda – is good to do at the right hours – something I never do myself.

After lunch, I go down to the basement, rummage around where I planned to find the Book of Shadows, but it’s not there.
Instead, sitting right there is the theory and practice of the literature of the absurd, in the form of Strannovedenie and A Tsar in the Head. I take the theory (the practice doesn’t interest me) and also grab Rhetoric – since I’m planning to research the discourses of Christiania and someone is instructing me.

Quick cut. After my, as always, very inspiring day, I’m driving alone in the dark through empty streets toward home – behind EK 25068.

Should I tell yesterday’s? After I had crawled all over Christiania, or a quarter of it, since it’s big, I ended up on the other side, on usually-unusual streets a bit like the Vyborgskaya metro station in Petersburg. I’m walking… a fork. I choose to go right along a construction fence and walk into a dead end. Going back isn’t my style, so I push through the bushes, telling myself I’ll be happy if I don’t tear my skirt, my tights, or get a branch in my eye. I emerge, it turns out, into a parking lot – right on course, behind EK 88 740.

I don’t look around to see what other plates are there. They are always right on course.
One day out of seven you don’t have to plan. Just see – how will it be by itself?