...Sehnsucht an P.Floyd...why, actually?
Maybe because it is the third grey ady in a row...maybe because I am here home, loooking at my sage plant on the window...maybe because I am still wondering whether I should eat something...whether the music I have collected so far still satisfies me, whether Soviet Union is interesting enough...whether I should watch the R.Garros final, whether I should not care about the small things for a while...
