why

 

Nowadays I can't write. I have thoughts, what I want to write, of course, but I don't have the power to combine them and I seem to know why. I don't read a book for a long time, I don't watch a movie even once a week, I don't see a new and creative clip, most of the people I know have the same story, I do not visit the buildings I love and want to see and drink tea with them, do not cook, do not eat anything new,  do not discover songs that will blow my mind, I lose the concept of architecture, when I come to a country I have dreams, I still do not bother to go and see it ,I do not roll up tobacco and inhale, I do not have a great coffee morning and night, I do not even listen to the crackling fire, my debt to God is growing, I do not have a good sleep, I usually have long and uncomfortable nights, but the best sleep is the short time between two fatigues ? I don't burn incense, I don't smell fragrance, I don't drink water a lot… In short, I can't fall in love anymore. It is not known if this is a period of stagnation, but at the bottom I cannot see the darker. I don't know why I am like that either.