Now I’d change many things about this text, but I guess it’s just part of making things. They are always in a constant current, so they should change as we do. I’m writing this down with a very strange pen that I don’t really like because I cannot find my pencil case. I’m quite sad about losing things, also because I’m not very used to losing things I don’t want to lose. This text won’t be a good summary of me; probably it would be impossible or too difficult to write this in a proper way. I’m sorry to make this ugly writing even uglier with this ugly pen. Who knows what I’m saying. It’s funny because lately I’m hearing all the time that I look like I have very clear ideas. Every time I get very confused. Is it possible that the image we give to others of ourselves is so different from how we see ourselves? Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t really know how I feel about this description, but I’m happy not to know it.