Alright, here we go, wednesday it is.

Saw the movie: V for vendetta, yesterday, liked it, made the mind dream of a revolution the lump was in charge off, against capitalism, wearing strange clothes. On the way home the troll met a friend in the bushes, a nice friend.

About the unity: mind + lump, i would like to quote Foucault: "A 'soul' inhabits him and brings him to existence, which is itself a factor in the mastery that power exercises over the body. The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body" YES, the troll agrees, so it is.

Hard to concentrate, the mind states. Tension in the air, something is about to happen, the lump whispers. oooh? what could it be? An unknown lump wants to meet the troll, could it be that? Noo, says the troll taking a step backwards. No unknown lumps will get the permission to met the troll, the mind declares. Okey, so it is then. Or it is? Yes it is, the mind screams and looks overwrought.

Music! The impact of music or/and rather the memories it brings back, scarry shit. A week ago the troll was out and about, when Pink Floyd was turned on, and in a matter of fact the entire album in question was played. Without a doubt it threw the troll right back into a particular bed. Oooh? the mind says curiously. Yes, well, see, it is private, the troll explains. Today, many more songs has brought back different memories: good, bad, sad and happy. Maybe the troll should start singing instead of spending her days listening to music and letting the mind day dream away.