The night sky out­side my win­dow burns with orange plea­sure, and I try some min­i­mal­is­tic Vincent Gallo songs to mel­low out. It’s work­ing.

Ever since my Christmas trip has been can­celled, I’ve been at a loss for things to do. I real­ly have no plans now. I think I might just spend it here, instead of going home. I think I’ll buy a pair of skates for myself as a Christmas present, and go out on the canal at night, when it’s lone­ly and chilly. The win­ter sky is always breath­tak­ing. I’ll just stay here and relax, not actu­al­ly doing any­thing. Perhaps I’ll be able to catch up on some read­ing, or I can work on some projects I’ve been mean­ing to fin­ish. Sometimes it’s great to be alone, because it’s so bru­tal­ly hon­est when one does­n’t want it to be. The stark real­i­ty allows me to real­ize many things.

Things which need clar­i­ty.