This morning. It rained. I wore red wellingtons and a red umbrella. I wrote following words in my little notebook:
Greedy seagulls devour in waste. A bottle rotatates amongst a group of men. I met Xxxx-Xxxx in my dream last night. It was confusing and pleasant.
Above is a detail of a map from 1931 that we have in our livingroom. I love the colours.