Every morning when I wake up an I am alone in the house, make coffee. When I mix the coffee I think of my life. I like to sit on my couch looking out and keep my warm cup and remember what i did before a year or five years afo. To indulge my great love, my repellent. I just sit around and thin of all my memories. And so begins my day or the end. I always leave the house with a smile and full of memories, good or bad. I have lived and can sometimes feel sorry for some, but I would like everyone to relive them from the beginning.

And all of them with a cup of coffee.