2022. 11. 16 Wed

Damp and foggy November. Myriad water cells suspended in the air stick to all surfaces and make them clammy. One longs for warmth and a dry cloth around his ankles as soon as he sets foot on wet black asphalt.

People have started splashing real oil on paintings now instead of soups, the most recent case in Leopold. Concern rises for the museums. It’s sickening to see all these lovely places I’ve had the chance to visit being defiled. Soon they should be checking all the bags for a suspicious can like at the airports - or alas just shut down! It’s a vulgar game these fanatics are playing. At the very painful expense of the Innocent.