21.01.2017
I wake up feeling a terrible fear of the lack of structure that’s about to happen. I fill the empty space with other empty spaces, still images and sounds without order. Really, you think I look good? Well thank you, it’s that time of the year that seems like a dense blue cloud and I spent half of the day trying to escape from it. I am glad to hear you are fine. Still the fear is there but now it’s like an impulse to go to bed, to wake up the next day, to work on turning this events, the spaces, the time shared into something that could not be before I met you.