I’m writing this out of the boredom that tends ruthlessly to claim me as hers. Iggy Pop is thundering like hell on earth and I feel tangled up by these unstoppable riffs. Outside it snowed until a few hours ago and when it started, I was wandering on the streets. It meant almost nothing only that I felt good that I was outside when the first snow from this town broke loose. It were huge flakes and it snowed easily, lingering like forever before easily hiting the ground. If felt just good. No more to describe.
I went into the bookshop to buy something that I was supposed to buy for someone and unlike the day before, today I found it. Being there I couldn’t help myself with buying a little bag of black tea. I simply couldn’t. The clerks were rearranging stuff over there ( tea kettles and various books ) so I didn’t linger around anymore.
Outside the snow had changed its intensity and it started to really set a race between the flakes for the ground. The ground turned white in a flash. Where I placed my foot, I made a hole, killing metaphorically all the flakes that came from the sky. But it’s rather innocent.
Invariably, one thing still remained in my mind : John Donne.
