An empty mind can be of two kinds; today, mine is of the variety which lacks focus. Creeping melancholia, born of self-cultivated solipsism, grows like weeds through bookworm scaffolding. Attention, stretched, does not snap but dissipates into aether. Everywhere might as well be Nowhere.
Wherefore this feeling? The damned phone?? Perhaps. A poison which could contain its own cure, if it weren’t Saturday night – Wisconsin friends no doubt busy, debauched.
***Sudden cessation of cricket-sound brings the tinnitus back***
In the morning, Tayde illuminates ghost-tales, but remains herself a kind-hearted mystery. Increased caffeine intake accelerates lesson plan progression, later prompting a parallel plummet.
Sofia stays in San Cristobal. Reluctantly, I delay my visit once again. We have little in common, but it’s nice to feel wanted, if only for the utility of my mother-tongue (an accident of birth, yes, but what isn’t?). Alas, no time yet for flings. Lessons don’t plan themselves.
My mustache endeavor has failed, prompting bald-faced retreat (ha!). In related news, a haircut is needed.
As usual, writing soothes. I am fine. I will be fine.
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Hang in there! Remember the grass may be greener on the other side of the fence because of septic tank issues…
How is your plumbing and electricity?
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