geschwurbel

I've got nothing new to tell you.
For no real reason, I'm in a bit of a gloomy mood these days, and am largely holding myself over water with the help of reading and looking at beautiful pictures. I want to live in a sinister room full of books, like so:


(stolen from tumblr)


Good things will come of the start of the winter term next week, taking up permanent residence in Vienna again, painting one of my walls blue and slowly but surely working on the decrease of days between the now and the trip to France. I am a little pathetic, but there you go.