The last retrospective post

My audacity has returned since the beautiful and perfect one left… I talk to whoever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want… I walk into shops and things fall into my pockets… this, for instance: I’ve only had it a few minutes and it’s already the favourite corkscrew that I’ve owned. Elegant yet functional. Need it for this awful Sicilian wine that I seem to have picked up from somewhere.

I sleep, I wake. My bed is soaking wet, a sea of sweat. It gets worse every night, the night sweats. What the fuck is this? Symptoms of hepatitis or strange dreams? I want to know what it means... I'm on a voyage of exploration and all things that happen are some sort of a signal from the heavens... the world is speaking to me again...