Vecer (kolo 22:00) som videl jazveca, po 2x v zivote. Zial foto nemam (len spomienku). Pozoroval som ho cez dalekohlad, ale bol tak blizko, ze som ho pocul suchotat v trave. Poviete si, nevidali, so what? Ale pre mna je to symbol toho, co cloveku unika kazdy vecer zabity pri telke ci PC. Kolko fascinujucich (aspon pre mna) pozorovani zvierat som tak zazil, kolko zvierat ci takych banalnych veci ako padajucich hviezd mi tak kazdy vecer straveny dnu unika.
Napada ma uryvok z knihy The Sheltering Sky, ktory poznam z jedneho songu:
"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
Sorry, mam sklony k filozofovaniu...