Yes, how do I find it, at the beginning of the week an unexpected but refreshing long sleep, despite sleeping too late shortly after midnight, then somehow over-imagining the early morning thing, affirming it, being away again, refueling with extra energy as if in a spa and stretching out into the day with a mud pack of creative extra freshness on the gently lined Ikea cheap bed linen cloud.
The
Inner workshop
the brain box lab is open and represents a mighty wild home, even if hat making can sometimes be frightening, with all the strangeness between bizarre machines, alchemical apparatus and doorways that seem to lead to nowhere.
It's more homely there, it doesn't need anything except maybe a black, beautiful, antique-looking Remington, a naked, stretching girl in the background.
In the opening phase of such a day, I climb inside myself like a candle maker from light marker to light marker, lighting and illuminating the palace. As if Graz by the sea, recently framed, were unforgettable. We can call it legendary.
As a travel guide prototype that screamed at me when I saw the ordinariness of most of this also non-evolving and therefore endangered species, the greatest innovation has been the 1000 Places Books since I was a child.
The familiarity I feel when I leaf through a travel guide in the local library recently is due to childhood magic, but not impressed by its ability to develop.
I'm beginning to understand why books really need to be protected and why burning them is no longer necessary. But that's another story.
