So It Goes
HI
I'm sitting in my underwear and flip-flops behind a PC in a large room on the 12.5 story of an apartment building and there're painings covering the walls and stacked in a few places since it's a painter's flat.
It's raining and drizzling outside, making the view out of the balcony perfectly grey and foggy.
We've been smoking hookah for the better part of the night on the roof of the building, talking about human right and relationships, ease of conversation and Holland. I had to sleep on the floor (with my lawyer two feet away from me on the same floor) and it was the second time I ever saw the tenant of this place.
No alcohol was involved but there's still a certain amount of effort needed to come back to reality---and the memories of writing on someone with the coal dust are sweet and sour at the same time.
There's a cat next to me, red and white, fat and complacent and it seems that different versions of the Little Wing tend to influence his attitude towards what's going on in a number of very different ways.
P. S.
For all the good time felt there's a feeling of pointlessness of this daily time spending and certain lack of direction in life---which tends to elusively disappear when the sun comes out.
I'm sitting in my underwear and flip-flops behind a PC in a large room on the 12.5 story of an apartment building and there're painings covering the walls and stacked in a few places since it's a painter's flat.
It's raining and drizzling outside, making the view out of the balcony perfectly grey and foggy.
We've been smoking hookah for the better part of the night on the roof of the building, talking about human right and relationships, ease of conversation and Holland. I had to sleep on the floor (with my lawyer two feet away from me on the same floor) and it was the second time I ever saw the tenant of this place.
No alcohol was involved but there's still a certain amount of effort needed to come back to reality---and the memories of writing on someone with the coal dust are sweet and sour at the same time.
There's a cat next to me, red and white, fat and complacent and it seems that different versions of the Little Wing tend to influence his attitude towards what's going on in a number of very different ways.
P. S.
For all the good time felt there's a feeling of pointlessness of this daily time spending and certain lack of direction in life---which tends to elusively disappear when the sun comes out.