I'm thinking how painful it is to tear away smth you've lived with and for for such a long time. but sometimes you've got to do with it if you need to go on...it's just amazing how a feeling may turn into a word, a stream of words, pour out in a creative flood and then dry out with no track whatsoever...

it's been for a while i'm thinking of a publication, but can't find any reason why i need it. absurd...i had this wonderful image yesterday for a full minute, maybe two:-) azure sea gliding smoothly and a white horizon extending far beyond the sea line...they start at a point i can feel near my eyes, then move slowly, incessantly towards somewhere endless... and an enormous, sensitive silence which you feel through the mesmerizing movement of the waves...there's movement everywhere but the image is static...

i feel so empty, it's not sad, just empty...