So yeah, I was married with a woman, an unimaninably long time ago. Looking back at myself, at my life back then, I don’t even understandstand who I was. So apparently my ex wife is now hanging in the Rijksmuseum. “Jeugdcultuur in de jaren 80 en 90”. That’s her around 1993 with the guy she used to be dating before me, Pascal I believe.
I am actually dismayed. This is how time progresses? Truly fascinating. It is as if I am watching a movie of complete strangers – me back then, my ex-wife.
Ship of Theseus indeed.