Cold Black Night

I have rediscovered 60ies Blues from England for myself. So I listen to Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green all the time.
For a while the weather seems good for both the Bauernberpark Man and me, though I suppose that is due to climate change.

Ah: Albatross. Hmm.

Before going to bed I tend to read Russell's History of Western Philosophy. When doing so I considered that I want to write books that will have to be burnt some day by a totalitarian regime. But instead I am writing this blog. Does that make sense?
Maybe I have to write in a more provocative way.

Ah: Black Magic Woman. Hmm. Nice Peter Green solo.

I guess I am too much soaked with popular culture and too far away from the street (intellectually) to be able to write something valuable.
Nevertheless I love to quote: From Shakespeare to Nietzsche, from Anaximander to the Rolling Stones:
"Hier bin ich Mensch"

Ah: Like Crying. Hmm

The Bauernbergpark Man has another habit, I haven't mentioned. When he leaves the place where he sleeps (at the moment it's the pavilion) he often walks down to a Hofer shop nearby. There he sits on a chair. I don't know if he asks passers-by for money. I am not sure.

Ah: Need Your Love So Bad. Hmm

Good Night. May it not be too cold.