how can two people who live together, face opposite experiences and memories throughout the day, and still declare love by the end of the day?
a visit to the gallery in front of the house, where an exhibition and sales on antique bicycles was held. it was me and E, with german grandmothers fifty or sixty years older than us and their little exotic international pets, and off we walked to the harbour and fancy ourselves some sweet potato chips and pizza with the richest family of the city in the cold and windy weather of DE. it’s strange, that the boundaries of age are blurred with the simple act of offering a cigarette.
anyway, i bought myself some reebok classics, in true style of the last of the english roses.
after a meeting with the team, figuring what are the plans for rural areas of Nepal, all of us went to room 099, to meet up with the others, to observe how different teams have different approaches and methods to the same problem. we split ways, ‘where are you going?’, ‘walking’, and smoked behind the campus. i am now either unstoppable, or plainly miss the euphoria and the sunset and walking and just a company to just talk random things about without further examination.
strange it is, the turns of events. i do not want to deal with F, because his idea of de-stressing is sleep through the morning and stay at home and cook nice things. role reversals, and one I do not enjoy. i am increasingly agitated and bored by this non-movement, the non-stimulus, the stagnation. after all, what and where is this growth and maturity is supposed to come with the promise of living together? i should learn to be patient.
anyway ramadan is coming, i promise to be better, danke.
perkaraperkara 