The rubber band left a mark on the wrist.
Walking in the strong wind of March in London, I think of the days I lived in the mountains, the people I loved on the mountain, it feels like a lifetime ago. Fireflies and starlight surrounded us on summer nights, drawing circles, playing games.
I remember the days on another mountain, going crazy and falling into the gutter, going to the hospital and rushing back, feeling my way to the bed in the darkness. Waking up with blood all over the pillow.
Frenzy, shamelessly frenzy. But when the music stops, we push each other away and turn around to leave. Memories start to play tricks, flickering. Needing a lot of comfort, installing countless resistors in the overwhelming torrent.
Oh, my loves, I haven't calmed down yet, but I can't wait to set off again. I am a greedy traveler, bargaining with time. Can it not be so even? Oh, actually bargaining with the sun is better, it let me go.
It knows what will happen if I can't leave (superstitious face).
Of course, I have to take advantage of the good weather to hit the road, even if it's a puddle of mud, I like being warmed by the sun. Fast-moving consumer goods, don't look back!