I’ve fallen out of the mood to blog at the moment. It coincided with finishing hell, and so finishing my five months in Zürich. I’m flying to Hong Kong on Friday to start the new piece in Guangzhou, before heading to Melbourne to make hell there, more dancers, same old shit. In the meantime, Cornelia came around for dinner last night, and we started getting plastered on red wine. Then the wine ran out. So, we watched (and took photos off the screen and the screens of each other’s cameras – hell goes recursive) the Emile inside-version of hell, positively gynaecological. More snow today, so I bought Tony Ballantyne’s Capacity.