And Merry Christmas

Best wishes, to you looking at this photo now, the day before Christmas, or on the 25th itself.

But, in any case, Merry Christmas to you who pass by here at another time, in August, say, with your flip-flops on and the drop of sweat that, indecisive at first, then slowly peels off and falls onto your smartphone screen in a microscopic splash.

I rest. I take the opportunity to exercise: resting does not come naturally to me, but I am learning. No irony, neh: exercise.

Empty space, few attempts to fill it, time made of small order.

Merry Christmas.