ink on paper, yellow lamplight glows above; light wind and stars
every time I look above, I get lost, I immerse, I swim through mackerel clouds
there is no place so crowded yet so lone like a park in autumn…
soft, juicy, salted, steamed, with potatoes – melt in the mouth the scrumptious autumn sea bassli
“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!