Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.

As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.