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This day is clear and sunny, there is nothing to want or to desire except for some piece  of quiet, the end of the all day hiss in the head would be splendid indeed.

The man opposite in the café talks constantly about art, art rhymes with so much and only one thing comes to mind.  But there are others.

The coffee is black and simple, fine and tasty. Listen.

Try to explain the technical aspects of colour, to be told that they do not matter.

Finish the coffee and go back to work.

In the basement today.

Art for arts sake, but then it is all about the money today.

Let the day be beautiful, it is far too warm for this time of year.

And there will be no detailed account today, that is all there is to say.