... already and I have this strong feeling that I did not make anything really useful to rest and disappear inside of me for long enough...
Why? I am asking myself.
Maybe, because today is the first day I found myself alone... with my silences and my things.
I believe I have to disconnect from the Internet for a while. That seems impossible... It is like a drug... It is a drug.
I feel lack of focus and specific objectives as when I go on a trip to another country.
I bring things to do, but not a plan to get them done.
Here it should be a PHOTO of my stuff on the Foz' stairs
