I will have to go back home and try to have some wisdom to understand this long-distance travel that lasts for a few days (Jupiter spents a year in each sign of the zodiac). I try to be enthusiastic, always helping daemons in the war against gods, but there's no specific war in this geometry of love. It's so confusing to be surrounded by religious people while somebody sends me (from an unknown number) an SMS saying that they have already bought a mortsafe for you. I start to think about which of the cosmic bodies I know sent me this crap. You don't even want to be buried in a coffin made of wood. You have told me that you wanted your ashes to be thrown in Miami Beach, that you love details and optimism and that you will not die at least in the next six months because you believe in long-term sextiles, and that the second encounter between us will be just perfection even if we are sixty degrees appart.
I will always be in the urge for more. I'm looking for new inspiration now. Like this girl with red gloves and a tattoo on her back saying "Welcome to paradise". Everything is about sharing pleasures with significant others. By now I can say that I have inside myself a mixture of pleasure and sorrow that will not affect seriously. I have some domestic affairs to generously work in, our hauntology software is slowly being developed and I need to stay aware of the power cuts. We stay looking at the view just for a couple of minutes. You stare at the sky as if you were thinking of Miami Beach. You take a picture with your cellphone, it's fantastic this new era urbanscape with all those sad and decayed buildings. We go back downstairs, the disgusting monster disappeared, crawling as it came, crawling as if it were us together.