Like last year, I start January with a stack of books that I randomly picked in the local library. This year’s selection includes I who never knew men, Le mage de Kremlin, Hamnet and Margaret Atwood’s Book of Lives that I probably won’t read after all.

Also, I am feeling an insatiable desire to draw. For now, I am just copying the photos of different animals from my kids Anthology of nature, but who knows, maybe one day I’ll have an idea of my own. The watercolour pencils I bought on a whim (or intuition?) in December, bring me so much pure and inexplicable joy that I just secretly splurged on two more pencil sets of different brands. I have no artistic ambition besides giving my soul any kind of nourishment it asks for.