Bitter-sweetness. Severely altered taste of Earl Grey. Much too sweet; lemony, bitter after-taste. The hustling and bustling of the city is barely audible. As if I were in a room with glass walls. The fabric softener of he mind makes everything easy and we slide down. A mental image of milk being poured into tea. An empty aquarium. A certain intangible shade of gold. Or burnt sienna.

Imagine what falling off the surface of the Earth would be like. Maybe you just gazed for too long at the stars, maybe you just stopped caring; there are plenty of reasons. some way or another, you’ve escaped the gravitational pull, or the laws of physics just chose to ignore you, and now you’re falling off the face of the earth. As for ignoring the laws of physics, I’ve tried that. They’re still there, no matter what you think of them. But let us board once again on that previous train of thought. You’re falling off your planet. You’re drifting into space. Actually, the friction between you and the atmosphere would probably set you on fire and kill you. But, considering that the laws of physics are ignoring you, you might just escape. It seems I’ve created quite a convenient loophole. Hmm..this certain train of thought is about to derail. better get off while we still can.

Trains seem to have become some sort of leitmotif. I rarely ride in trains, to be honest. I rarely get the chance. Or the money. But I still am fond of them. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? That just popped into my head, but it’s not important enough for its own paragraph.

Cats are the cutest possible things in the world. Believe me, I know about cute. I’ve been wanting a cat for ages. I’d name him Quorthon. Too bad I already won a dog. A cat-eating dog. There goes my entry’s poeticism. It doesn’t matter that much. I want a cat! Seriously, if you knock on my door and bring me a cute little pet kitten I’ll marry you. Okay, I won’t. But you’ll still have my eternal gratitude. Or not. Just bring the damned kitten.

Plans for the rest of the week:

• buy a pair of jeans on Woden’s day
• get drunk and sing national anthems on Thor’s Day
• leave for Croatia on Saturn’s Day. I shall provide more info on that later.

That’s about it. Have a happy Tyr’s Day, people. What’s left of it, that is.