Journal #1

Crowded coffee shop, it’s 2pm, white cloudy sky, berlin during winter. Hard to find these days, those places where laptops are allowed. I need my caffeine, and a chocolate cake, and some bright natural light you know, cacophony of the day to day life. I&#x27;m lost in my own fucking labyrinth, I’m questioning my ability to even continuing Oleg; nothing makes sense, I’m blocked. I don’t want to go…