Indeed, this summer has been all about the city. I've finally managed to collect almost every single one of those 720 interviews I was supposed to but it doesn't make me as happy as I wish it did; no matter how much I would like to grab hold of these days, they won't last.

In a way I feel like this was the last summer. Next year I've got to make some important decisions that may possibly change my directions in life. And yes, I am nervous and frightened as hell but above all my mood's somewhat melancholic. There's no going backwards.

Maybe I'd better do exactly what my dad has predicted: wandering from one place to another as an idle artist with no objectives may cause confusion and trouble but it may also become my thing.