He is swirling his head, drunk, surprised, amazed that you can buy a bicycle. All the time in his thoughts and thinks: yes I am the best.

then this car - small polish one. so many people inside, my family, summer, sun, flat tire....

and now here, in this light that communicates. the dates cover each other, the ones that have left and upcoming one. all in the dot and in the spot. exists and doesn't.

And then this woman who screams and demands to kill them all - spiders that try to attack her. Today I have seen one - was walking on the paths of the wall. Beautiful one and even when I started to talk to him he stopped, listened, greeted me by letting me see him. Letting see the beauty of this creation, patterns, colors, delightful fragility.

And now I drink a coffe from the cup that has been manufactured. Yesterday I did from a hand made. I work for my ceramic teacher. We don't have lessons, but she makes me coffee and shows like this spider. I like to sit at her veranda and observe or just write as i do it now.

Loki sleeps by my feet, now wakes up responding to some other barking dog.

Yes coffee was good.

Answers are easy:

why India not North Korea
why steingod not the factored one
why to talk than to kill