you smell of memory
What should I write.
That I liked BIDE. I met some lovely people and deepened the relationship between someones I already know. What is deep, after all.
Waking up in the middle of the night to leave for airport is such a fun. That’s why I didn’t go to sleep. My phone’s GPS has become super useful. otherwise I think I would have not found Barbara’s place on monday, or Alessia’s today. But I found.
Both have lovely house, or flats, btw.
In rome there was not much people on the classes. CI is not so big there right now, but maybe it will change again. In naples I’m not sure yet.
Got a lecture how I should have not gone to rome on my own.
Wondered how people in russia seem to be so co-operative.
That’s how things go.
A lot of more talk about relationships.
Everywhere. I like it, talking.
She writes me every once in a while. I write to her more often. But I’m the verbal one.
And in comparison…. well how can you compare feelings anyway. Is my joy greater than yours? Sorrow deeper, love more lasting?
Something deeply annoying today. My sennheizers broke… right headphone giving really weak and low volume…. ****
Got the title for this post from here
my sense of smell isn’t so good… apparently… but maybe I can practise it
Reading Ursula Le Guin again… A Compass Rose. All of the stories that I really fall into are actually telling about love, commitment… maybe not in relationship level but some bigger lever, like right, wrong, morals. Diary of the Rose was so beatiful that I almost cried again… but then again I was in a train… planes, trains, travelling and such beautiful stories, only thing that was missing was music, thanks to broken sennheisers.
I wish I had great realizations to share but I don’t.
I feel rather good.
I decided to go to ibiza in may and be there till july. let’s see.
She often writes let’s see… people do, let’s see.
After the festival I felt empty like I wrote. But I feel empty because I am not empty, because I hold attachments, hopes, dreams and that’s why what I call feeling empty is not feeling empty. If I am truly empty. No feel.
Today, in a jam I saw really nice tattoo of three eights of three signs of infinity. I ment to take photo of it, but forgot when leaving… it was nice…
Not born, not dead, infinite, always, everywhere.
