Weakness for a while, while Calvino
It’s is scary how things come back to you at once. I’m wondering around writing “Alice”, as musical, aswell as novel. There are some minutes I feel I won’t ever finish them - the process (greetings to Kafka and the Gatekeeper at Gates of Truth) takes me too much into itself, and it is too hard to see the light coming from something toward you.
By the way, the money: the technical question comes now much more powerful than ever - it is impossible for me to waste time for more; I’ve got to move, move, move.
Well, there is you, my creations, and the money, which stop me: they don’t give me a chance to complete creations the way I see.
I wonder, if I ever come to you - would you take me without my music, writings, works? That’s a hell of hope. But yet I have courage to go on.



