monday: ran 4km
wednesday morn: ran 3.2km
wednesday night: kickboxing 1 hour

never underutilise my tuesdays. it will come to haunt me on thursday morns. draw like i eat and life will go on. plums are great; peaches are better; mangoes are the best. sans soleil - sunless and panofsky's iconographic jargon - today was think day and i liked it quite. chaos is ok. life is violent. but i like pretty images and pretty things in front of me. what will the philosophers say to that? will lecan faint? i detest gore, horror and real suffering sadness that brews from tragedy. we shall read books in airconditioned cubes under trees on grass and the clouds will go by above us, like trains in a dream. so we saunter on. the brilliant french electronica duo air croons 'biological'. paradox, paradox. the digital and flesh entwined - no boundaries left uncrossed. i wrote poetry. i'm starting to learn how to create poetics spatially. the wonder of it all. and so we saunter on.

Thousands of hairs
Two eyes only
Its you

Some skin
Billions of genes
Again its you

XX XY
That's why it's you and me

Your blood is red
It's beautiful genetic love...

...Apart of me would like to travel in your veins ...