Had to change the sole of my boots as they got pierced with holes because of my endless walks around the city. Unusual movies displayed at a fine establishment create motive for random conversations with strangers I would not meet ever again. Even if I come back some other time, the faces would be different, the movies weirder and the bartenders older. Conversations that turn into dancing, exchange of saliva, conversations that become never ending walks that only the devil knows where it all ends. Somehow I enjoy all the scars in my arms after playing with my cat…