New city
Even though I don't have a job, a home, enough to eat (though I do have a new record), my internship (yet) things feel like they are falling into place - I once met a gypsy with a pHd, she told me I heard voices, that my body was burning from fear, that my sex drive would get me into trouble, that I would never enjoy good health, that I would take a lover older than myself and who had great wealth, that whatever I fear the most will always turn out to be true in matters of love, that I should work as a private detective, that my sense of touch and smell were far beyond the norm and that moving would be good for me. It gave me hope, so now I'm wandering the cold cities, talking to beards and anoraks. It is mother fucking brilliant.