Look at him. Tucked into an alleyway. Forgotten. Melt away, disappear. This week, we’re into daylight savings time, no time nor space for you anymore.
You don’t want to get to that place in life where you are melting away with a bunch of carrots stuck in your face, or worse.
That’s thought number one. Thought number two? No time nor space for that. This afternoon I bid on an empty shell of a box (my pursuit of the condo) and I worked. Endlessly. So that tomorrow I can take off late at night and get to the spot where I took my first solo foreign vacation. I’m sure it’s changed, but still, I want to be there and remember what it was like when I did not even know which country would be my promised land.