feeling the old worldhurt today. the waves are too big for mister, we ambled through the verge of old dumped stuff and found some thick glass and strange fused objects of glass stone and metal. saw sara and chiara sit under a tree by the giant aluminuman. she said they stopped for she was feeling melancholy and wanted some golden love and so we all stopped together, two golden loves and two melancholics, and we laughed about the homeless sculptor who said the only thing bad about capitalism was capitalism and trump was not the real donald, and we walked on and i broke the waves while mister sat and watched. i still feel the old worldhurt on me and my head stuffed with cotton wool, but i'm going back for the waves.

r. said how many thousands of pictures there must be of me kissing mister a little jealously and i thought wow that is funny to think of thousands of golden love pictures and i need more yet like every day.