A small part

Time has passed, not much has changed. I have taken to writing on paper again and have hardly listened to any tunes. For now, I'll share with you some words and sounds. The words are by Pascal Mercier (pseudonym of Peter Bieri), from his book Night Train To Lisbon.

"Given that we can only live a small part of what there is in us - what happens with the rest?"

A foggy night

I'm torn between the urge to grab my camera, hop on my bike and ride to the bridge to shoot some photos and the wish to crawl to my bed and fall asleep. I think I will follow the latter course of action, for I might have induced a slight, comfortable buzz and thus my current ability to operate a camera is slightly limited.

Who knows, I might even dream of lotus blossoms...