Unfortunately

there is always a fight somewhere

 and there is always someone trying to scare someone else

and someone is always sad.

Robin

left his shoe behind.

Artists

rethinking the past and looking into the future.

Shorts

I was so going to write a short short for this, but would you believe it. I really, actually, truly, cross-my-heart-hope-to-die, I-am-not-kidding-you-mate, did not have the time to write a single short play in the last six months (or maybe even a bit more). This needs to change, and mark my words, in the next six months I will write at least one.

Don't we all

Leja, don't we all.

A week

after going to an opening of a box in a suitcase (or more of them actually), I ended up at an opening of an exhibition of the names of contemporary Slovene painters in a flat.

Suddenly

you find yourself in a dream world (and you wonder whether a dream is sometimes not only a dream ).

In the end

most people want it (the local version of a white picket fence).

Boîte-en-valise

and no, it is not Duchamp. (I guess I would have to go to MoMA for that)

Small get together

with a few friends, a bass guitar, an acoustic guitar, some paintings, tea and beer. One could say: a quiet evening in.

Sharp as

a cut throat razor blade in an old fashioned suitcase.

Poster time

Haven't done that in a while, and it was great fun (but isn't it always?).

I seem to be

a rather regular feature at exhibition openings lately.   

The censored internet

 Frankly, I don't know why they bother.

Life is

daylight robbery.