I woke up and picked up a potato from under the bed. I looked at it and it was unpeeled; the new year started with good financial luck. Days filled with crossword puzzles and the luxury of garden-variety that emerged from aimlessness, uselessness, and a generous amount of time. Straight lines after each other, disappearing behind the horizon. I still measure distance with potato fields. The new terrace is ⅙ . It was finally time to start sunbathing by the infinity pools filled with soil and dream of the productivity that only happens under the ground.