I used to think the island was too hot, too humid, too crowded, too small, too rigid, too claustrophobic.
I still think all those things.
But now I also think: It’s home!
The day we became two tones darker.
Perhaps one day I’ll find myself inside this secretive cafe. Till then..
Yesterday marked the first day of autumn, with a whooping 38 Degrees Celsius. Found my thoughts still centered on home, on the foreign yet familiar alleyways, the company of those I feel I have known all my life, and the same yet different sky.
9 more months to go! (No it’s not a baby)
Time to get started on those assignments.
Even if you can’t see the sun, there are always the shadows.
“Why does one do it?
Round and round the same treadmill one went. Another view like all the others over some unidentifiable part of the earth’s surface five miles beyond one’s grasp. Then another airport, another waiting car. Another eager assurance that everyone was so excited at the prospect’s of one’s visit. Another guest room with two towels and a bar of soap laid out on the bed.”
“Well, he would work it out for himself as he went along, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Sadly. Because for the moment he was a living metaphor of the human condition. He knew not where he came from nor whither he was bound, nor what manner of man he was, nor why he was here at all. He was being taken somewhere for some purpose, but of what that purpose was he remained in innocent ignorance.”
An engaging comic novel.