What is essential is not to know whether we are wrong or right - that is quite unimportant. What is important is to discourage the world from concerning itself with us. All the rest is vice.
Samuel Beckett
As different from last Wednesday as one could imagine. The forecast had predicted as much, but the weather in the following days will probably be even more clement.
Cool, but almost without wind (east). The wind turbines hardly moving. A full moon in the west, reflected in the placid river. No clouds, except the man-made one from Doel. Early morning mist oozing from the land onto the water.
The nitty-gritty. Nothing hidden and all of it invisible. Bare space, in a state of nature. Full frontal nudity. Void, Vacuum. Âme qui vive. Blank. Rien à quoi se raccrocher.
Hang the drawings on the stays of my umbrella, but the dew keeps the ink wet.
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