it has been raining on the street for a few days now. rain here in ostwestfalen seems to be able to penetrate the skin through any rain gear I own, creating a dull mind and a lackluster spirit. breathing helps dissipate the soggy feeling, coffee helps dissipate the dullness of mind.
I don’t often stay at home for an entire day, but when I do, it reminds me that right minded writing is not only fun, but can be useful, so here I am, back to say that I’m still living on Steinstrasse, and life, despite the rain, is good. The rain is good, even though it’s Ostwestfaelisch rain.
I’ve been working on a couple of stories, and, of course, the Never-Ending story of the Yellow-House. The novel is too expansive to ever really be a novel, which has given me the opportunity to turn it into short stories and a personal cosmology. I’m having fun and learning, to me, the point of existence. Next time around, said the monk, I’d like to be what I am, who doesn’t matter.
Wishing you a good day from Steinstrasse, peace, love, and contentment.
