When I come to the hotel terrace in the afternoon, I often bring my notebook with me. As I sip my wine, I cast around, always attentive to every stir about me. This is my sort of fishing. Now and then, I do manage to catch a little story. A few lines are more than fine with me, too. If everything else fails, I am happy enough to jot down a word or two about, well, my sort of fishing.

Addendum (November 27, 2016)

It is a real joy to come across this piece on one of my uncharted journeys through my writings. Coming to the hotel terrace with my notebook has long been a thing of the past. In fact, it has been at least five years already. Now I use the notebook, which is always in my knapsack, mainly for brief notes hastily jotted down, most of which are rather technical. In particular, I regularly record the amount and date of every withdrawal from one of my banking accounts. For fishing purposes, I have been taking my laptop to the terrace. Since five years ago or so, Hotel Kaštel has a wireless connection to the World Wide Web on offer, and everything I write can be posted onto my Residua website at once. But my habits are changing all the time. As of late, I do not take my laptop to the hotel terrace, either. If I remember correctly, this is how it has been much of this year. For better or worse, my sort of fishing is history by now. Whenever I come to the hotel terrace, I just sit and stare without a single thought in my head.