All the major work is done, time to lie back and look around. I like this new home of mine but hardly had any time to settle into it. The question that I am tuning into is: “What does this place ask of me?”. One of my favourite places to be these days is… the bathtub. Every other night I find myself diving into the white foamy mass, thinking that I might as well decide to never get out and simply stay in, listening to the soft sounds of explosions somewhere in the midst of the floating constrictions, myself drifting almost thought-less, almost weight-less, almost book-less. Nothing or no one is missing here right now. The feeling of content is temporary, I know that but for the moment it will do.