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You might wonder how to describe me, but I am one of those who cannot be described properly. What you call me, how you name me, depends on you.
Just tell me whatever comes to mind. Everything is fine with me. Really, don't worry about it. As a matter of fact I don't have a say in any of this, so just tell me what comes up in your head, in your heart, in your little toe if you like. If you are thinking about the sound of the car passing by the open window and wonder what colour it is that is who I am. If, because of the curly hairs sticking to your coat, you wonder if you actually own an invisible cat, that's me as well. If you are wondering if last summer smelled like almonds, cherries or something totally different, that's also me. If somebody asks you a question and you don't immediately know the answer, that's me. If you wake up in the morning, trying to remember what you dreamt, and the only thing you know is whether it was pleasant or unpleasant, that is me. If you are asked ‘hey, what is your favourite colour?’ and tend to answer ‘a rock’ before you actually say ‘green’, that's me. If you are waiting for the bus and reach in your pocket just to see if it still fits your hand, that is me as well. If you are at the supermarket and right in the moment of having just paid for your groceries at the counter and realising you forgot to buy something, that is me as well. My eyes are green and so is my skin.
Perhaps it was the fish soup. Jan already said it was puke. A plate filled with puke when he served it. That’s also how it looked. Like puke. It was a grey coloured swill with a piece of carrot or something green, here and there. Perhaps they were beans. Could have been peas. Whatever it was, it all tasted the same, like some milky slosh mixed with sea water. Something like that. It was yesterdays leftovers. Should have been alright you’d say. Ah well, it could have just as well been the pumpkin soup we had as a starter. That was from yesterday as well, but that tasted fine. Perhaps I drank too much beer recently. That’s possible as well. I have been drinking for a week straight. That could have had something to do with it. Or wait. It might have been those chestnuts we found on the road. There might have been something wrong with those. You never know what they spray on those things. That’s very possible. They did taste a little bitter, like chewing on a piece of gum. When I stepped on them to break them open, they might have got some dirt on them. I had been walking through the fields, between the rabbit droppings and the cow dung. It’s possible that those chestnuts got some shit on them. Even though I cleaned them properly with my nails before I put them in my mouth. But perhaps there was something under my nails? The spaghetti I had in the evening could also be the culprit. One of the cloves of garlic was already quite brownish. It didn't look so good, but I thought if I just cooked it long enough it shouldn't be a problem… could’ve been that. Perhaps the canned tomatoes were rotten. But no, I smelled those, and they smelled good. Or wait. Perhaps it was that meatball in Tilburg. The previous night. That hump of meat drowning in gravy. It tasted somewhat suspicious. Meat in a restaurant always is a bit risky. But that was the day before yesterday. It can’t take that long before I’d notice something… or…? It might just as well be the fish soup after all. It really did look like puke. Jan already said it. It looks like puke, that’s what he said.
