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I live in the City of Winds. This morning it’s the City of Cold Winds. No snow yet, though.

After all the work last night (went on to midnight) and after having had my morning bath to the gentle tunes of Albinoni, I feel quite pleased with myself.

Now, off to work.

The ceasing delightfulness of stale bread and canned beans

This is somewhat terrifying: I am in the mood for writing, but I have nothing I want to write about. I envy writers that can make anything into a story of some sort. I cannot do that. I have done it before, but it seems harder and harder to write about nothing and turn that nothing into something. I need to meet more people and see more places, that’s what I need to do.

There are some options open to me; either I go north for a while and work with the homeless or I go south to Paris and do whatever there is available to do there. The bottom line is that I have no more money at the present and no input to create anything from, so I have to do something and I have to do it quite soon as well – the experience of stale bread and canned beans is only delightful for so long. Besides, I am afraid the pile of bills in front of me will tip over and kill me if I do not find a way to pay them soon. Never trust stacked unopened envelopes on your desk – there’s something sinister and fatalistic about them.