This is not my thesis

1.

The deadlines approached and I had to find a theme for my major project.

2.

But I could not find anything that interests me.

Then I googled ‘I cannot find anything that interests me’ and came accross a book from an absurdist writer called 'Today I wrote nothing'.

3.

I was living in a place with 4 windows at that time, but there was no direct light at all.

It felt like I am in between giant stones.

4.

On the book there is a story where people are getting confused which number comes first, 7 or 8. In my opinion 7 comes after 8, but only when 8 comes after 7.

6.

For years I was using the most annoying ringtone for my alarm. In the last couple of months,

I started playing the guitar. Yesterday, my alarm rang in the sweetest melody I have ever heard,

and I don’t remember changing it.

9.

She decided to split her house for her two daughters, however,

it was not possible to be cut in the middle so arguments begun.

10.

I decided it’s better to go for a walk.

12.

I decided to drive back to Amsterdam with my girlfriend.

13.

While on the road, we had a fight about a matter at her work.

Then we decided to avoid speaking for work again.

That happened for almost every subject.

14.

Returning home I just wanted to watch a movie and relax after the 5 day trip. Chris Marker’s Sans Soleil of 1982 begins in pure black with these words burned in ash white: ‘Because I know that time is always time/And place is always and only place’. The lines are from ‘Ash Wednes- day’, T.S Elliot black poem. Then the letters slowly disolve into pure black, as if in a lightless closet, as if in the womb, as if in a bomb shelter and we hear these words spoken by a woman: ‘ The first image he told me about was of three children on a road in Iceland in 1965’.

16.

I had already slept after that scene.