I’ve been having these chocolate-covered, mint-flavoured, sand-splattered Daniel Craig fantasies. I can’t concentrate on anything.
We also went to the beach: barrier islands, North Carolina like I hardly know it.
On the phone, my mother was saying that she saw three corpses on the side of the road in barbaric Ukraine after a car crash, so “quiet” under the rain. Her word choice left me unnerved – a “quiet” corpse? I certainly hope it was quiet.
After May, I really want to leave here and go some-where, even never-where, and I think Khaled agrees. It’s like we’re stuck inside a less pretty version of “Lost In Translation,” or so it seems.
Natalia A. 
Well, I’m sure if you hang around hotel rooms in your underwear on camera, things will work out just fine 😉