who’s nearby: a ghost called till & the spirit of white christmas
music: franco battiato – sequenze e frequenze
gut feeling: asian duck, sweet almonds and a bubbly soft drink (500ml)
the heart is spinning and in the first snow it is slowly growing stone cold. what can I say. tis my creative duty to write down all the thoughts I had in the diner an hour ago and put them together to something agreeable. after that maybe me count the money that be left for december and new year.. and then count prime numbers until spleep arrives.