november, xx.

A film, Sara’s Notebook, set in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and in it, a character named Sergio. A glass of rosé. 10.19 pm. Contemplating life’s synchronicities. I spend these early winter days in relative solitude and silence. Cooking and staying indoors. Watching noir films and sketching outlines of something of my own. Not sure what exactly yet; this and that. But the flow of it is what interest me now. Staying inspired, learning, soaking it all in. I like the noise of him returning home and when he refills the plate for a second time. Building blocks, slowly being placed atop each other. The synchronicities will take on a different shape with time.