The question is what happened? I refused to write, me who was determined to not skip a single day. And now a whole week of empty squares I don’t even dare to look at. A line of shame. But what can you do I’m on the countryside and my life is on hold. The brains right hemisphere is in full control, the left is somewhere left in Paris, the time gaps between eating and sleeping are very short. Saying Hi to the horse, talking to the dog. I am out of focus like the character Robin Williams plays in Deconstructing Harry and “I expect the world to adjust to the distortion I’ve become!“ A fantastic film. That’s all.
The question is what happened? I refused to write, me who was determined to not skip a single day. And now a whole week of empty squares I don’t even dare to look at. A line of shame. But what can you do I’m on the countryside and my life is on hold. The brains right hemisphere is in full control, the left is somewhere left in Paris, the time gaps between eating and sleeping are very short. Saying Hi to the horse, talking to the dog. I am out of focus like the character Robin Williams plays in Deconstructing Harry and “I expect the world to adjust to the distortion I’ve become!“ What a fantastic film…That’s all.