Brooklyn

Old apartment, young inhibitants. Futon bed and metal chairs, early march, snow in the air. During night time the window was slightly opened- lying awake and listen to the New York sounds in the dark. Police cars, planes, subway, streetwalkers, music- and the city sort of breathing with a vibrating murmur. Going on around me.

To open up a can of...

There has been a number of cans recently. Not all bad, not all good, but they all made huge impacts. Some:

E- my everything, my reason.
P- my way of living, my conviction.
F- my everlasting bad conscience, my obstacle to force.
CB- my strength, my surprise.

See, a few years in short. It took me a while and there is so much more to it, and one of them will never be mentioned again, but anyway... And it is actually going to be just great to review some of it, as well as adding the new.