Thursday, 27 October 2011

deep ocean, vast sea

I love the way my studio smells.
It varies every day.  But on a solid basis. Unchangeable.

It might be toxic.    It is addicting. 
Let's say it's mentally safe but physically harmful.

I've recently cut my hair... and I became a little bit childish, babyish and dependent"ish".

I write blog less frequently than last year. 
First reason, the desk in my new home is not suitable for working on. Little & messy.                 
        Height is not correct neither.
Second reason, maybe I only write when I feel lonely.


Do you feel lonely now, you ask. 
I can't respond. I'd better not.