PS They always feed fine, fine music to me.

melancholic toast, here's to you.

the sudden absence of my friends in my apartment has put me back in my usual comfort and depression.

feeling so sorry
tried too hard, wanted so badly
still hoped they would understand.

there's no way they could realize what was happening, though.

'are you sad? are you tired?'

I can't help that I just don't know how to handle simple, good moments.

she knocked a glass of red wine. she didn't quite understand when I said I was glad she'd done it.

your gender will get ya

I went to cinema called "Femina". it is sponsored mainly by a producer of diet pills. to get to the cinema hall, you need to go through an alley of huge posters with scales and female bodies tied with measuring tapes. and before they screen the movie, you need to watch a couple of commercials in which women tell their dramatic stories of liberating themselves from their appetite.

how sad is that.

I guess I'll choose the "Luna" cinema next time. seems gender-bias-free enough.

plenty

today I saw a cow with long-lashed eyes brushing a tree bark with her lips. I thought it very romantic.

around noon we were picking blueberries; branches heavy with the fruit. looked like the most abundant victory of life over non-existence.

at 10 pm, after three bottles of wine emptied, I said I felt like eating pancakes with powdered sugar. so my dad and I went to the kitchen and while he was mixing the batter, I heard him muttering to himself:
whatever you dream of
multiply threefold

a single man

I suspect Colin Firth of being a genius. 

streetcar at 5:40

today I saw Warsaw in summertime before 6 am

she looked magnificent
as if she thought no-one was watching

there is a heart under this badge

our line managers are away on holiday leave, so we played some music in our open space

a forbidden thing in the communist kingdom of corporation

we were listening mostly to Eric Clapton

it was humanizing