Endless nightmares.

As far as I can see this must be the very last year.

There is that strange buzzing in my head I remember too well from some strange days in Liège in the autumn of '91. I don't want to go through that again.

Strange days.

I have too live some more months so I can paint for the big exhibition next year, and I find the thought...well...whatever...

I'm sooooo fuckin' tired...