Adelina. Adelina. With each less than overwhelming visit to a night bar in Berlin or Brussels, I find myself thinking about Adelina in Vienna more and more. Now the blue skies are out, I am at last starting to see some pretty faces in the Brussels street again. Spring is around the corner. 215. Beer No.4. Anyway, I suppose this is not really the time of year for sparks to fly, and kindling to catch fire; we are all just too bitterly cold.
It really was surprisingly, shockingly cold today. I mean freezing. Making you just want to eat, and eat, and eat, and return to your hotel bed. Long wait for my steak. 1801 now. 15 minutes?
Vienna is snowing, and very cold. Good. It matches my heart. My blood is ice these days. Thank god for that; after I lost about 8 years of my life to: emotion. Hell is indeed other people, but it is also: emotions. I find it easier to resist the pull of emotions these days. I do not claim this is a good thing, I just state it as an observation.