Reading Murakimi’s 1Q84, listening the sound of Janáček’s Sinfonietta, black tea with a few drops of sweet honey and rum whilst bathing in the subtle light of the moon that hides behind the nightly clouds is my definition of tranquility

Reading Murakimi’s 1Q84, listening the sound of Janáček’s Sinfonietta, black tea with a few drops of sweet honey and rum whilst bathing in the subtle light of the moon that hides behind the nightly clouds is my definition of tranquility