the feeling of drinking a pint of beer every other month
then go for a night walk in downtown
and the feeling of it sucking because i'm alone.
i'll watch the last documentary on the festival
and go home by bus

on the first block i was able to watch violence
and even talk about Luhmann's theory at the debate

on the other festival i was able to chitchat a famous orchestral composer from Brazil about the pedagogy of counterpoint and to discover he even knew Csound
to chitchat the woman who started the first women only mountaineering group of my state
and even getting the Whatsapp of someone working for the musical institute of my city by the woman who rolls the festival - she's so lovable
(none of my e-mails and requests of free music-theory classes to private and public schools got an answer)

none of this worth 0.025 seconds of having with my hands tied with babe-smartphone-case (giovanna) while we play Just Dance and in case you don't know what 0.025 is

here's a table oscillator with a sine wave playing for 0.025

and this was the duration of our entire dance that day

on the way back i took the bus who left me on a walk of at least 15 minutes. i was watching movies since 16:00 and now it's 22:00. i feel reinvigorated and while i stopped to eat berries on the public garden of my neighbor, i was remembered by the back of my mind that she probably will get married with that guy. i walk the remaining kilometer empty but focused on a decent walking pace. at least i made the doorman of the condominium laugh with a short joke. i go straight to the bath (i feels so gross after using the public transportation) and the next step was to steal some popcorn from my parent's movie session (while i mimicked a pigeons) and cook pasta and get the beans out of the fridge. giovanna eu te amo. i also eat sprouts