Exceptionally cold air smells like London of Oliver Twist, with a trace of smoke, that cannot come from anywhere in the neighbourhood. Dry grass is full of dry crystals that scrunch under my feet.

I can fight with such coldness more easily than I can fight the one few days ago.

Dunno what to do tomorrow, as soon as I’ll come up with some idea, I would write it down here. But the set includes: shooting, watching (Daria?, X Files?), sewing (lost mobile phone case),…

/ One shall overcome being a set of preferences.