Again a photograph from which it can't be told it has been modified; but it has been. I would maybe make something more surreal and fantastic-looking if I was in deep despair, if I know myself right; but as for now, everything is beautiful and I feel I'm in a constant state of mild, calm rapture, floating just a little above the ground. Time has stopped. I sit on a swing in the garden, like as if I was a child again, swaying gently and reading a novel in the early morning sunlight. I have slept for three and a half hours tonight (or more like this dawn, from a quarter to two to a quarter past five) and then got up because I was so well-rested I couldn't posibly sleep anymore. No, I'm not high on anything. Except maybe mystical love. If that's a drug I'm a hopeless toxicomaniac.
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