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Last time I decided to publish one blog post daily.

The more I hear rock or pop songs, the more I hear the Beatles’ influence on them.

John Lennon’s “Nobody Told Me” song inspired me to write this text. Indeed, sometimes I feel that all days of my life could be named strange.

In the last days after I get up, I can hear the songs of The Beatles in my head, mainly from the album “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.”

On the 9th of September, 2022, I woke up and realized I had an idea for an app.

The last time I realized that it’s been five years of blogging and three years of publishing “Diaries.”

The world as it is, unornamented, is gorgeous. That’s why I do street photography.

The www.adammazek.com blog is a lifelong project.

For me, photographing does not mean documenting in the same way as writing does not mean describing.

Visiting different places is like reading diverse books. The appetite grows as you eat.

As far as I remember, I still did not write a post with a catchy and cliche phrase: “Warsaw is beautiful.” 

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Last time I wondered whether stabilization is a threat to development.

I wrote this text on the 3rd of September, 2022. It was a day when I did not know what I wanted to write.

I want to be a diamond that will leave a significant mark on this world.

I often consider writing as a form of therapy. Is that mean that I am ill?

I have an ambivalent attitude toward old age. Why?

One cannot build great things without hardship.

The longer I live, the more I feel I do not want to treat life seriously. Why?

I do street photography and write and read books about art for purposelessness.

In one of my previous posts, I wrote that one should drink water. Today (I wrote this text on the 27th of August, 2022), I want to add that we ...

Every time I do not have the inspiration to write, I try to refer to my last published post.

This text won’t be about tremendous Frida’s song, “Somethings’ Going On.”

I inspired myself to write the current text. How? By publishing a post entitled “Why should we believe in ourselves and our dreams?”

Last time I realized to which paintings Jean-Michelle Jarre’s music fits.

Regarding eating, listen to your stomach, not your cheating mind, my Dear Friend.

The title of the current text is from my previous post, “A hothouse plant.”

I love photographically penetrating the mundane outskirts of Central-Eastern European cities.

I don’t want to be a hothouse plant, a sophisticated and luxurious creature.

During a three-day trip to the Masuria region, I managed to sustain a streak of writing one text daily for over a year.

I wouldn’t say I like spending time behind the wheel and driving a car. I prefer walking to driving.

Today I will write something about the stomach.

For me, Chaos is a kind of order without order.

I want to write an inspirational text about how to live in the present moment. Still, I am afraid that this post won’t be too inspirational.

The last time I realized that it’s been three years of preparations of “Diaries.”

For me, strolling on Warsaw’s streets is like feeling poetry of the mundane reality.

When I changed my job last time, I realized that easiness bores me to death.

Without great self-control, I could not write one text daily for over four hundred days.