An afternoon at a road stop in Nepal I saw a cheetah. It was circling around in a small cage, a sad sight. Sometimes I feel like that cheetah. I wonder why and how I can change it..
I sense a difference in the morning. By midday everything seems to put up a fight and awakes the beast. By dinnertime in the long supermarket queue the beast is at it´s height.
Birds picked my lungs that night. The doctor prescribed me some pills that slowly divided my mind into two individuals the night after. I preferred the birds.
My favorite bar does not have a menu card. It has a bartender who makes great and surprising drinks I´ve never heard or dreamt of before. It seems like a kind of art that add new elements to my life.