Today, washed up in an almost complete obscurity due to power supply incident in a quarter of the flat. Did not want everyone to awake at this very early hour. Life in a grotto, finding my arms and legs only by inner sight and habit, intense focusing resulting in a brilliant no banging or crashing noise on my way to the door.
Drawback of daily flavor quest is the permanent association between body and flat, self and world around. Cannot continue worrying everytime I see something malfunctioning or sad, at least cannot continue to associate these events to my own fate and feelings. Time to grow up isn't it?
Outside, vanilla sky. I am certainly not living completely in a dream, at least not in a butterfly dream I could skip to at once, I tried many times to jump to check the walls are not trembling and everytime I see my hands they look as always. So it may be a dreamworld, but if it is I am sleeping more than soundly.
As for Bridget Jones statistics, 37 is the number of consecutive daily inputs in that blog, and 22 the number of no coffee days. Book does progress very slowly but writing in a fully packed train is very difficult. Not quite yet olympian in my reactions, but also on this subject things are progressing slowly. Hope.
I triggered many things this year in the same time and probably underestimated the global impact. I summoned change and change has come, after 10 or so years of stasis I feel relieved, tired and so so for the spirit. Come on, one more step.
Walking in the street
the summer sunset seems
to last for hours