Improvised a halloumi-clove-basil omelet. It tasted like egg.
The rest of the day consisted of a flea market, chartreuse green and boho jewellery, "Here Comes The Hotstepper," blueberry liqueur and intervening in a fight between a cat and a dog.
Oh yes, and I tried to define the concept of groove. It seemed important. Which led me back to one of my favourite songs, Jamie Woon's "Night Air".
I don't need those car crash colors
I control the skies above us
Close my eyes to make the night fall
Comfort of a world revolving
I can hear the earth in orbit
In the night air
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