Fever

Before I fall asleep, ideas are woven, clear echoes that escalate in me, repetitive... I have been able to transfer what I wrote on Mila's laptop, now I can continue on mine and continue along that path to which derived inspiration pushes me of what I experienced and the little I know about Silvain.

I can't believe I'm jumping into that. Writing a draft about my boss has suddenly arisen and I am eager to follow it, perhaps this fuels illusions, because my soul is suffering from emotional