Witnessed a lightning storm last night. Far off East. Barely heard the thunder. Orion overhead. Made tea. Turned off the light and watched the flicker. Like some far off city in the east being bombed. And I was frightened. Not of the lightning, but of the fragility of survival. Of how utterly helpless I would be without my supply chain, diesel motor & electricity. Of my complete inability to sustain myself if the shit were to hit the fan.

Then I crawled into bed with Pola & cried.

Some fun stuff I found while cleaning through my portable recorder's flash memory: Hope the titles are self explanatory:

Galkin_Nomka_house_On_The_Beach_Imrpov.MP3
dMo_Nomka_improv.MP3

The first from Nomka's birthday party in Highland Park. The second from mine at Andrey's farm in Upstate NY.

Back in Marcia's attic room in my parent's flat in London. A strange combination of work and play where the line between the two is hard to draw. But hey I'm not complaining! Looking forward to a weekend of rest. Meeting up with Dan in Oxford on Sunday.

Moving countries again. This time back to sunny England. Weekend at Anka's. Also moving. Yard sales & plastic bags.