21st floor, Brussels.

And grumbling, this city shivers, and hides
from the creeping cold fog that tries to crystallize it,
from the sharp needled snow, hunting for its dark and warm places.

So let us flee to the undergrounds of this city,
where fire and red meat and wild stories,
keep our hearts and minds wanting.

djr

Addicted to

and YES
It's stressing time again. I began to wonder why it took so long.
Papers and their deadlines, not getting a ski-holiday properly organized, money issues, a neurotic and scared-to-the-death Japanese in my living room, no significant advance on the woman front,... I'm all right.

On s'habitue a tout, même à la misère.

djr