At Mathias’ old student/artists flat south of central Vienna on a gloomy, rainy, snowy, sleeting gray day. I take some time getting settled, and aside from a short trip to the Westbahnhof for some food, I stay here, writing, and feeling heavy with the weather, and wondering what the hell I am doing here. It is hard to maintain concentration on anything when there is nothing sure, here on the edge of movement. Not that I have it rougher or anything. More so, I have it not so bad. Just unsure of future.