eventide

optimistic. feel powerful, like the injun in the last scene of one flew over the coo-coos nest.
talked to erich. listen to tracks from chris. oohhhh cello. the oklo has a certain sense. i know it boarders on solipsism.,, or that lurks lets say, but hey, but arent we? i mean some artists abstract it, i like the sudden stumbles into ABSO-fucking-LUTE honesty. and the cycles , and stuck in a scene, old as old what even then reverberated for it was such a perfect emblem. for a particular life.
what else? england. margit. a bit of rehearsal. fleur on the phone. and a very good lunch. i dont know. i live alone,., but i believe.

please believe.