Loose Threads

I wish I had a lot to say. The trains and hunger and loneliness have been replaced by buses and feasts and one kiss after another. I must wear a single t-shirt underneath the winter jacket, for when the cold morning is gone, a scorching sun attacks from over the rooftops, beneath the windows, and on his forehead. People talk on the bus, people sell stuff on the bus, people sing along to the songs on the radio on the bus.

Shopwindows are full of tight, bright colored clothes. Everything is cheap, but there is nothing I can wear, nothing I might want to buy. So far, my money has only been spent on food. I’ve (re)tried quite a few dishes, and there’s still a lot coming up. I’m gaining weight.

My bed is as comfortable as I remember it; maybe more. I must give it a good use, so I’ll go to sleep now.

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