It is the year of the Firy Monkey. Our year apparantely. The 1992's. 2016. New Years Eve was a vibrant story and it sure was something magical when the clock hit 12AM and me and my friends jumped off the chairs in Copenhagen. It was as if we were crossing a border. Adventures, new books, activities, a home, projects and maybe a trip or why not a few. Working at The Place for another few months is exciting. Watching the clouds pass by on a bright sky is exciting. Dancing is exciting. Creating and working on film in collaborative processes is exciting. Quitting smoking, rinsing the lungs is exciting. Having someone to visit in Jersey is exciting. Everything is pretty damn exciting at the moment. Oh well. It was time I guess. Now its time for instant coffee and tidying. Not baked beans yet.