…and before I know it, it’s already July. Time flies when you’re having fun, they say. Though in my case it’s more of, I just simply let it flow without capturing my thoughts and feelings throughout the months that passed. Like venturing through life in the ‘in between’, living in the fragments of each day, forming a loosely stitched week (weak), month… A fragmented, scattered life. Not a clear vision of the future nor a strong tie to the past and present (which of course becomes the past in a wink of time). So I remember Heidegger, as well as the speech…