So utterly incredibly painfully extremely humbled I am by today. Had the amazing opportunity to become sponsored for a conference. Then came the existential life crisis: $51,000! AH
I can almost taste the weekend.
μόνο οι μορφωμένοι είναι δωρεάν. ελλαδα της φραγελλις
Finally! Told her how I missed our late night chats about politics, history and people. She sent me a letter to confirm we’ll be seeing each other this summer. I’m looking forward to May!
I’ve gotten into the habit of keeping a book where I write down all the criticism and insults I receive. I don’t know what for, but it’s handy!
When are we old enough to feel nostalgic? We used to have long night chats about travelling the world, politics and paint hypothetical futures. We used to Skype, study and laugh together. She’s off in her own world now, leaving behind an empty taste. I would crumble if I tell her how I feel, how I miss her. I was asked today, “If you had one word on your tombstone, what would it be?” And I chose, “Architect.” This, however, I have lost the blueprints for.