4.10 In Which I Go on a Picnic

Good spot for a picnic — Green grass — Forgot the pillow — Shade — Sandwich — S.Pellegrino sparkling natural mineral water — Shoes — Rainbow-coloured blanket — Helmet — Why haven’t I done this before? — I don’t believe in beating yourself up — Easygoing — A long time ago — Academia — Dry place — Parties and picnics — May Day — That part of the day — In warmth with a breeze — Basic things most important — Fresh air — The smell of grass — Colours — Tastes — Smells — A touch — Senses — Art & Love, Vol. 1 — Next part — Chapter on sensuality — Not hedonism — Indulgence leads to unhappiness — Distorted looking glass versions — What I see right now — Sunglasses — Bottle — Black bag — Shoulder bag from London — Zoom recorder — Lime-coloured helmet — Adjusting mechanism — Cars — Buildings — Hotel — Red brick factory — Caterpillar beer festival tent — Lakeside — Future topics — At Dawn: Early Short Stories — Passages Dark and Light — Ambushed — Amusement park — Creepy Carnival — Everything has its own time — Pushing, imposing, forcing — No — Eating the sandwich — Your battery — Eating outside — Perfect picnic moment — Very early summer — Buzz — “It was a picnic kind of a day…” — Mouthful — Taking photos — Thanks for joining me — Moving on — Sun — Find myself a city bike — Packing up — Paper Tiger — You’re on my leather gloves now — For protection — Crumbs for birds — Down the hill, past the dandelions — Take care