Friction

Uff, my handwriting is not what it used to be. The following blog post is written by hand.

For people who use a screen reader or are unable read my handwriting:

I am sitting on a bus while writing this.
It’s a “Life” notebook I got from Japan.
Writing by hand is a concious (Not sure if written correctly) effort. You
have to think before you write.
No spell check and no delete key.
The things become permanent through friction.

Next to where I live is a river that is being
“re-naturalized”. Due to being redirected
in the past it is flowing too fast. Material
and organisms are transported to the end.
By breaking the currents with stones and
reshaping the border the river receives
friction.