Crowded coffee shop, it’s 2pm, white cloudy sky, berlin during winter. Hard to find these days, those places where laptops are allowed. I need my caffeine, and a chocolate cake, and some bright natural light you know, cacophony of the day to day life.

I'm lost in my own fucking labyrinth, I’m questioning my ability to even continuing Oleg; nothing makes sense, I’m blocked. I don’t want to go into details yet. Ideas are nothing without you executing them, and at godspeed, otherwise they fade away; and then what’s left? Not even your sanity.

But I’m onto something pardi! And I’ve to try it now, fast as I can, before this god damn universe pulls it away from me.

Cheers, and see you next time!