My thoughts are in disarray. L was right when he pointed out how much my travel quotient has whoooomped in a year. I fear I'm falling into the same trap of ticking lists: Paris, Beirut, Barcelona...Never will have enough time/money to live in ecah of these wonderful places I think. And even if I did, with every second a thousand priorities tear at me. Cats, work, Kolkata, Dilli, Europe, Palestine, Kashmir, strays, veterinary nurse, research, composting, cooking, photographing, fabric-shopping. Our possibilities are inexhaustible. Yet each day lasts only a few hours here (literally: sun rises at 9am sets at 4pm). And most of the days go buy obsessing about lack of studying and watching episodes of House M.D. Scrubs 9 sucks big time, btw.
I think the lack of posts here are also indicative of a reluctance to share and a confusion about what to write. I feel overwhelmed by new impressions. Most of them are lost in mazes of memory the rest I fear will be lost in translation.
Spoke to PC today. Took a long walk along the woods to Scheveningen (didn't go all the way, of 'cos). Procrastinated,-ing.
I'm bad at short travel trips. Still cannot make my mind up about Paris or Sao Paolo. Most people would enjoy such things. Somehow I just exhaust myself. Such a weirdo I am. Thoughts go round in loops. Maybe it's time for automatic writing. Or just plain getting down to and finishing those bloody papers.