aspirin cake

it must be

one of the 10 days per year

that headache comes to join me

so, i can hardly keep my eyes open to the light...

as if the tortured senses become acute, precise and indicating what a pain the full sense of the world would be;

I recall my mother's sharp senses of hearing and smell and the troubles they cause her.

I wanted to talk about last night at renovated (?- I can't tell, it was the first time I visited the place) Negresco, at Jabal Webdeh,

(do not assume a hung-over: I only drink when in deep depression some cherry to mix its thick liquid sugar with the contadicting bitterness, and this does not happen to me frequently- no, yesterday it was just some bitter lemon with ginger).

But I have to postpone the post. Just the hand of Juliane on my shoulder meaning good-bye.

I also wanted to talk about the thoughts I had after I read the comment and, consequently, the last entry in Imaan's blog. A proximity in interpellation via Stockholm.