today,
january 2005. Circle, square, figure of 8 or tipping into the ocean?
New year never escapes contemplation, wishes, talks of the future, wrong-doings and corrections, guild, morals, promises, all in the feeble construction of living.
So we ate the craps. Lust and mumbling as we dismantled the claws from the body and almost sucked out the juicy proteinrich meat. Bilingual cheers under the stars, music, dance and these messages in fortunecookies we had with the dessert:

Kim: May the song in your heart spread music to the world.
Morten: You are going to have a very comfortable retirement.
Ignacio: A financial investment will yield returns beyond your hopes.
Cora: You will bring sunshine to somebodys life.
Andreas: Time makes one wise. Ask advice from someone older than you.
Christine: If you are leading the race, don`t turn around.
Javier: Your good deeds are never forgotten.
Julius: Love can make a summer fly or a night seem like a lifetime.
Sine: To know truly is to know by causes.
Camilla: Your strength inspires others.

There were more, but some hung on to their readings, secretly and accordingly to tradition, I think. The party ended quietly absorded by morning come.