Strange, how the need for blogging completly dissapears when nothing troubles you.
Isn´t that a little disturbing?
Tonight, a friend is here, we talked, took some walks and did regular everyday things.
Suddenly, all the manic creativity and restlessness that usually drives me goes out the window.
This proves my theory that artists need to suffer.
“You can´t play the blues in an airconditioned room.”
This is boring. But nice at the same time.
Maby the trick is to suffer 50% of the time and have fun the rest of the time?
Shiat.
I dont´care tonight.
/S
