Sitting here the girl next to me on the phone is talking about resolutions and because the office is small and the house echos I can hear every word. Because I'm lacking in discipline I interject. I feel bad everytime but not bad enough. Should this be my resolution? I didn't even think of resolutions this year. Truth be told I didn't even think of New Years. It was just another event on the already bursting Katima-calendar. What does it mean when your jaded by eventfullness? I remember entire years where nothing noteworthy would happen and yet this entire week has been exhausting with activity. Although perhaps every week seems tiring when your living it and then when it's gone it's forgotten. Like the news. Like everything. What do you remember?