Downtime. The blight finally got me, without a doubt (I had suspicions in the past a couple of times, but it was never confirmed by objective data before). It didn’t treat me all that badly, but it was almost impossible to work the entire last week. I only managed to finish the text of the libretto to the next scene (the reappearance of Meddah) and add about 30 seconds the concert. The main reason for that was something that I could indeed describe as the infamous brain fog. The thoughts were sluggish, blurred; completely invisible from a distance, but close up – they only showed up for brief moments, only to disappear again into the milky haze.

I’ve finished watching Get Back. I was not impressed by this documentary in the way it would have impressed me, say, thirty years ago, when I would probably have lost my marbles from all those emotions, for a bit. It made quite an impression anyway. These songs also emerge from the fog, bit by bit. They seem to come together only at times, and with difficulty. But they are coming together amazingly, with all four of them (plus one) participating (even if unevenly) in fact, what I totally can’t grasp as a working model.

The first time I went to the mountains was with my Father and his cousin. I was five years old, maybe. We were walking through a forest somewhere near the top of Barania Góra when everything became shrouded in a thick fog. My father told me that we were so high up that we went inside the cloud, what had an electrifying effect on me. I couldn't stop thinking about it for a while.

Mists are lifting.