A strange Sunday silence.


(Old picture, ca 2002)

I am sitting here, armed with coffee, cigarettes and Japanese books, and I am trying to figure out why the little squiggles on the paper don’t wish to be deciphered today. The strangeness of this week continues, I think there have been 3 earthquakes this week (small ones), it feels funny when the ground underneath you is literally shaking. Yesterday evening an ambulance stopped right next to the house, and a woman was carried out and put in the ambulance by paramedics. I think she will be ok though. I saw it all from the veranda, and I couldn’t quite connect the dots. There is just something in the air this week.

related posts: