May 18, 2013
About half an hour ago I had something I wanted to write here. I can't remember now if it was about a) my poor memory b) my grandaunt's kindness c) the elections d) it being a Saturday e) how I just want to lie down all day and daydream. I forget about it completely now and my mind is, as usual, filled with your name, your face, your voice and why aren't you saying Hello yet today? This Saturday is undecided whether it wants to be sunny or gloomy. Outside it's grey and yet it's boiling hot. Sleep seems perfect.