There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.We are lutes, no more, no lessRumiLost myself several thousand times in this lifetime, but this time has had a hollow like never before.This is not far enough. You must go on. You must. Thought the travel would clear me out but it just returned, harder when we arrived here. But slowly finding little threads to hang onto. First shift tomorrow out of three. The festival life is not a bad one at all and collecting bottles has made me significantly a richer man. A single beer jug brought 3 euros. Boban Markovic and Shantel Orchestra will be wonderful.What have I ever lost by dying? asks Rumi.Begin, again and again and again! But first, could they let me get some sleep without pissing at my feet? Tak.
Casa Robino
Shared Hospitality Excavations
