Dry period. Can’t get into it again. Don’t feel any desire, nor any inspiration. Will tomorrow be the day where I’m able to get out of this swamp, this desert of…. was going to say meanigless desert, but that wouldn’t be quite right. I’m perfectly “happy” for now. I just now I’ll regret not doing anything in the long run. It has now been almost a month since I last wrote. I haven’t written anything since Buenos Aires. On monday I start working. Will have to change the routine.