After dressing up, I came downstairs to the room and I saw there Z. , she was finishing making the bed. Then I went to the kitchen, I’ve tourned the light on, I was standing between the closet and plate. I started thinking: what to do? (I think, that during this apparent emptiness, mind creates the pictures). I took the matches in my hand, I’ve fired off the gas-stove, it was warm. Then I took the pot from the cupboard, I’ve filled it up with water, then I think more…
Z. placed the cup on the gas-stove. The water started to boil, bubbles were created one after another (painting).
I pured the flakes into it, and mixed them with milk, then I’ve eaten them. Before all of this, I gave a lift to Z. and k. by a motor-bike. I’ve left them near the bus stop. The cold winter crossed me over, Z. was sitting behind me and k. between us, in the middle. (drawing).
After I came back, I ate the flakes, which were made earlyer. After eating those flakes without a sugar I’ve entered the room. The room is empty, duskiness of the new day entered there through the moved curtain, then drapery. There was a smell of bed-clothes in the air, strong breaths, the smell of the body. I’ve entered the toilet, it was occupied by mother, I’m going up stairs to the toilet, out there while doing the every day needs I saw beautiful …..