Wrapped the blanket completely around my head and managed to filter out some of the noise.
I sometimes pretend that what I am hearing are waves of a violent ocean, pounding against the high coast.
The house here placed on the top of a hill.
There must be some reason why there are such similarities between the sounds.
So the blanket works relatively well. I wrap it around my head, I look like a beduine… I turn off the lights and slowly glide into the darkness.
I have not drawn for a really long time. It is very depressing. I put the pen to the paper and it just does not want to draw. It does not work.
And the fragrant haze embraces us and crawls into us and intoxicates us…
just like music crawls into our ears and makes us hear its vibrations through many more parts of our body…
just like little melodies straighten out a mess of thoughts and put many of them onto the right kind of track…
Some sounds take a bite out of the thought process we have…
I will not listen to music now… I will probably go back to sleep…
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