Now that hormones let go off me for a while, one can finally enjoy the rain. Luckily, I thought of it early enough: before my trip I actually need a backpack.
Instead I got ice cream (salted caramel) and fruit for the week.
Once more I stopped writing… not thinking about elemental problems though.
Sometimes I lose focus on any passion for art, after all there is a goal to it. It is one of those moments when you set a shorter achievable aim. It is the time when you learn how to walk.
My first own copy of Ovid’s Metamorphoses. It is not distant anymore. Myth has become part of my home, a shelf, other dreams.