I can't believe I'm moving again. I don't know how many times I packed Moby Dick without going past the first 20 pages. I went crazy again and needed to clean the studio. Once in a while I have the urge to cleanse so I can think and start anew. I am not following my calendar these days and it is becoming vague and abstract and I feel things are going fast. I know this is not good for me but I don't know what else to do other than just ride it until I catch up with time. My life has been becoming more social. I have more opportunities to meet people and spend time to get to know them. Although I have no time to be phylosophical about anything at this moment - I have to pack. I have to clean. Making the last minute happen now before it becomes it is not easy and Cuban music is certainly not being helpful.