All in Still Life
I am sorry, I slept in…
But it is the end of the week and I felt like rolling in the bed and enjoying the lazy long weekend.
What’s for breakfast?
No, nothing happened.
I said nothing happened.
Didn’t you hear me?
I’m tired to the death.
I suddenly couldn’t drive any more.
I have felt bread dough in my hands for many years and loaf after loaf I couldn’t stop thinking how much the art of bread is like the art of love.