Yesterday between 5 and 6 p.m I was walking along a 3 street. It was like always, mexican yells,KFC food, the sky orange and purple but there was also something else. There was a blood on the street . A blood under my legs. Anxiety was growing. Today spanish worker fixed my lamp in the kitchen so I feel better- More light, said Goethe. I'm looking for sunshine. I feel like listen Rossini. I need a motivation. I need a power. I want to be electric creature. Where I should go to f...

Nothing here is mine. Nothing here is mine. Everything is so far away from me as if it doesn't exist at all. The house I live in, the streets I walk, the people I talk to. Everything seems to be just an vague illusion, like a half-existences, like ghosts. Ghost-houses, ghost-streets, ghost-trees, ghost-people. Even food is not real, even the food is just a ghost-food. So, I made a tour. I made a tour through my area. You know, I left my ghost-house, 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, du...