this is the moment where you can assume i'm still alive. however i've been busy converting my milieu into...me. a surrealistic, rosy world. ipod turned into a record player,mainly playing magician/romanian-gypsy-music,flamenco-guitarists and chansons. cardigans into kimonos. artmags into weekly newspapers. ideas into novels. but there's also always something bad about changes - change from summer to autumn means i have to freeze now when smoking at night and neither my notebooks nor world map will keep me warm.