Once, Ramda told me that he missed my lines written under strong influence of caffeine. I know what kind of lines he meant, but I don’t how I’ve missed it. I still write at night and be awake at dawn. I still walk around the town alone and take pictures of empty walls. I make myself sure that I don’t run out of coffee at least twice a week, as ever.
So how did I miss it? Wait, did I?
Image from here.