Last night. At last, at last! Cheesecake is in my belly. Yes, I may acquire more today…
This was written a week ago. Last day here, and even though an 8 hour flight feels like a cab ride, you know, it isn’t really. I’m feeling strangely tired, I don’t even know why. I’m reluctant to finish packing too. We’ve been through this, many times. It should have gotten easier. It makes me think about soft-heartedness, getting attached, and all this shifting and changing… could it be good at all?
Well. All I know is, that I am about to get coffee. I will immerse myself in that foamy universe, and put everything else outside the last sip.