Took some days off and decided to fuck off to my hometown for a few days. Time stands still in a weird way here. Like, life moves on but at the same time almost nothing changes. I see the same people I saw years ago when I still lived here. The stories people tell me are the same stories. It’s as if they outside world has no influence on this little area of the world. It’s both comforting and yet extremely boring at the same time. I feel at home while at the same time I feel like living in some sort of dream state like it isn’t real life.