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I am in the mood to write, but what about? This morning I woke up hearing ‘Against All Odds’ by Postal Service in my head, couldn’t stop it from looping in my head and grabbed the laptop switching the player on for that song. Turns out it was a soundtrack for Wicker Park so I downloaded the movie and also Garden State… another movie on my Re-Watch list. In a flash of sending and receiving bytes the downloads were completed. All in the first hour of being awake – I had let ‘Against All Odds’ play in my head for really long. Now the second hour, moving to the kitchen we quickly fixed brunch – cold cuts with egg and cheese on buns, wispy steams floating out of choco cappucino on the side. No, I did not look into the newly downloaded movies. I had to run out shortly after breakfast, sorry I mean brunch, to grab sixteen kiwis – one for each of us per day, our daily dose of vitamin Cs – furry green little balls of fruit that contain much more vitamin Cs and tiny crunchy black ornamental seeds  than an orange.

When I got back I took a long look into Nice, the October travel destination. Sticking Post-its of Nice into my new Moleskine, drifting into the coastal city in my mind, wandering through old narrow streets, taking a bite out of the apple from the market… it was probably two hours before I snapped out of my misty reverie. Neon Post-its now making my Moleskine nicely fed, it let out a burp as I bind it shut. Oh for the whole time I was back from the bursting supermarket (from people), the iTunes player have completed at least 5 rounds of soundtracks from Wicker Park. Love it. Gave me a glimpse, or earful, of the movie before I watched it. I have still not seen it, satisfied with the music I am afraid that the movie may not match up to it. Knowing the sypnosis and the tracks give me more room playing out the story in my own way, directing the characters myself instead.

I slipped into Bubble Spinner mode again, a dangerous five minutes of shooting spinning bubbles that could have set me back in the banality and dumb. Luckily I pulled myself out of it. Maybe what I need is an intervention. Well, at least I am not shooting stupid pastel-colored bubbles now. Looking out the window I think the gaping holes among the trees showing the opposite neighbours are growing, or it could be my imagination. I cannot bear it that in a few weeks there will not be any leaves left, and I will have to spend the next few months hiding from prying eyes, imaginary or not.