||[Oct. 2nd, 2004|06:56 pm]
I was at a French market, with French shops with French people. Oh boy.
I came back under the rain with my bottle of Pinot gris and various cheeses... for a dinner this evening at a friend's place.
I was completely drenched. Had to put all my clothes in the dryer. Then took a nap deep inside under the covers in my bed, trying to calm my thoughts; this is in that state of semi-consciousness I let the strangest ideas surface. Those are the ones I am sometime able to express when I am inspired.
Or, they are the ones that serve as an ideal for what I do. The ideas; never translated in reality, except through miraculous flashes of brilliance.
Hard work. Hard work. Hard work. HATE IT.