I FEAR THAT THE WEATHER CONTROLS ME. I AM BURIED IN WORK
UNDER THE GROUND IN MY BERLIN BASEMENT TRYING MY HARDEST
TO CONCENTRATE BUT THE BRIGHT DAYS ARE SO TEMPTING AND
MY HANDS ARE COLD.
WORKING ON THE NEW STUDIO BUILDING OUT OF TOWN IS A
BEAUTIFUL ANTIDOTE TO MY MOLE LIKE EXISTENCE. I HAVE TO
MAKE MORE EXCUSES TO GET OUT THERE. THE MANUAL LABOUR
IS GREAT FOR MY MOODS. TRYING TO KEEP STREAMS OF
CONSCIOUSNESS BRIEF IS A PROBLEM SO HOPEFULLY YOU CAN
EMPATHISE WITH ME IN MY STRUGGLE TO WRITE A BLOG.
(GOD, I HATE THAT WORD – POETRY IN LIFE IS RAPIDLY EVAPORATING)
THIS WEEK I LIKE GREEN. TREES, EMERALDS AND ENVY.
OK I MUST FINISH THE REMIX FOR THE MUSIC AND START MIXING
DOWN THE STRING TRACKS. ENOUGH NONSENSE.
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