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I am sitting in a café in Vienna drinking coffee, and doing office work and having meetings for next projects.

I understand more and more how I can lose myself in the doing, in my surroundings. The construction called Robert has been exhausted. No thinking anymore about it.

Is there any difference between my hand and the hair of the girl next to me. Not so much, they both are part of a materialization on the human species.

And these two human species sit in a space, called a restaurant. There are walls, bodies, chairs and tables, and a lot of air in between. There is no difference between all these elements. I can identify with the walls, with the feet of the people under the tables.

The perspective is important. The place from where I observe. I pulled myself out of the doer, and made home in my position as an observer, and this observers position is ephemeral, it is elastic, ungraspable.

It is like the music in my head, sometimes I am slightly engaged to what I observe, sometimes totally involved.

I observe that I disappeared out of my body. I am drinking coffee, but I don’t identify any longer with this I who is drinking, with this I who is observing the I who is drinking, with the I who wrties this down.

Can you still follow this, it is a putting yourself in a mirrorpalace, and the result is that you look at yourself as alienated material.