9am London Time
fucking freezing
[transcribed from the offline notebook]
I feel like I should write more carefully here then I do online. That will wear thin, I'm sure. If I don't take a moment though to write now, I'm sure also that Niels won't let a moment in later either. He always has another question about who I am. Surprisingly, tpo me, he finds me interesting and fascinating and admirable. Last night he arrived at the hot house theory of me: that I have been most unjustly treated by humankind, and that it is obvious, to him, that I would prosper more than anyone if put in a carefully designed hothouse.
I disagree. However he is right. He's noticed the Glass Bead Game mentality lurking in me. Too bad I gave it up to build hothouses for others instead. Heh. If you want, do it yourself. SImply, I responded by pointing out that he wasn't about to fork over millions to put me up warmly, so i'll have to do it myself! Here I go!
It's about time to go sightseeing.
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6:30 pm
Tourism. Shopping. Now dinner!