World's going as crazy as you feel. Fed up with political discussions. Don't want to talk about that no more. Sooner or later we're going to find out what's going to happen anyway. All the more our power is below zero. Now. Wait and see.

Looking inwardly now, autumn approaching, I'm harvesting, trying to avoid crop loss. Feels as if it was a good season. Wondering if it's tellin' me stories that the first things on the wall where my african masks. Below them my two storey jungle. Organic. Growing. Like me. And my friends. Night meeting yesterday. None of us was in good condition. But close, so close. Glad to have friends like that.

First time in ages I'm actually looking forward to a winter. Forming groups against the cold nights. Cardamom and cinammon, hot soups. Gatherings. Forming a flock. I hope.