These days I'm weak and weary. My body has had enough of something, but I don't know what. I please it with food and bed rest and Daddy's Girls but that doesn't seem to fix it.
Glenn is doing the Berghain Kantine again late Saturday night and I go as dance along. A loveliness that doesn't lend room for feebleness.
Tonight is chanterelle risotto, tiny chocolate puddings with hot berry sauce, red wine and Törley - of course - in the name of Karol. It's her birthday and we aim to feed her.