An ideal afternoon is one without any obligations: Drawing whatever creature sleeps inside the brain on the paper, creating tents inside the room out of mattresses and blankets(which I used to do very often), making sounds like an Amerindian or howling like a cat, taking long baths in enticing smelling shampoo, burying feet into the dirty ground, eating healthy homemade meal, interacting with animals, exploring mysterious grounds(like the stonehouse with the cat in the wee hours of tuesday morning), writing thoughts down and burning them afterwards, having interesting salutary conversations with friends or strangers. And lots of other weird things mingled between this moments.
What is your ideal afternoon? (-:
Listening to: Gavin Bryars