[Jun 28 02]

A sunny afternoon in the beginning of winter. Hard not to be influenced by such a crystalline and refreshing day. Even more so here, at the end of a narrow and long pier, surrounded by the wrinkled-marine-blue water.

If someone managed to bottle that breeze, "I'd buy it", Me thought, observing the diving of the most playful seagull of the flock.

[Jun 26 02]

Me accepted the invitation to sit down. He was in a small clearing, feeling the pain on his knees dissipate, while the little creature prepared a tea with roots, branches and flowers, about two steps ahead of him. The aroma that started to spread around was unknown to him, but soft and inviting.

"So, be a writer, you want to, hmm?" asked the small one, stirring the infusion. It kept its arm still above the cauldron and with the pulse he made the stick describe an 8 (horizontal, for itself, but normal for Myself) repeatedly.

[Jun 24 02] [Me thinks about the recent past]

Since he began walking, Me still hadn't thought about how he was walking. The first time was today, 05:26 a.m., already on his way. To recall what he had done probably wouldn't be pleasant — and it wasn't. When he was able to review his steps, they seemed much less... elegant than his impressions about them had indicated.

[Jun 17 02]

Another day, another road. Me just walks.

[Describe the being's mood by his impression of the surroundings]

Streets and roads. What for? More roads, then a few streets and there come roads again. Me was tired. Tall scrub on both sides of the road — "slackers!" —, a very long winding and thin trail cut through the vegetation.

[Jun 16 02]
[Me comes to a road and finds a tomato plant]

"Hi!"

Me gets startled. A "hi" kilometers inside nowhere usually has this effect.

"Hello!"

"Hello?" he answers without even knowing to whom. Then he sees: close to the other margin of the road...

[Jun 15 02] An exercise-text

Since this is the first (finally!), an explanation: these texts work as specific writing exercises. [Critical sense reduced to very_little%]

Character: Me Myself O' Mine

(not me, that's just his name)

Plan: Me simply "comes in", walking on a convenient street. How does he feel in finally appearing? [Concentrate on training descriptions of physical and mental states]

Me walks down a street still unimagined and this is good. Any image that appears in the mind that reads "street" here is enough for us.

How does he feel?