the third leg

Two hours after I had touched ground in V. I was drunk. I had lied my way to this place, and there I was. It was dark already, drizzling and cool. Summer, so it seemed, was gone for good, and so was something else.

night – the hotel

We make love the whole night. In the morning, we fall asleep for one hour or some. Then we make some more love. We leave the hotel without breakfast because it is too late for breakfast. Too much making love.
I am the first to take a shower. After walking the whole day in the sun [...]

then you flip-flopped in (08-30, 07:17)

Interpret this: What had worried me most 10 days ago, the whole Sunday night?  

cows can’t fly – they climb

Memory is a strange thing. Thinking back to the events that led me here, some things are already blurry, out of focus. I remember many details, about the university I held my lectures in. About the hotel room and the passage where I hurt my head because it was so low. About dinner on the [...]

the list (08-21, 23:02)

Hey, Mylady. Me back in B. Here the list: (apart from the obvious) Pro. Crisp. Cinderella. OED. Kitten-toed. Provocative. Pecan-pie. Decorative. Burning sage.

day 3 – enter the moebius strip

This day was my last day in this city. In the evening I would board the plane and leave. Four more hours with the group, lunch, some spare time, then I would be on my way back home.
It had been really clever of me to book the early flight out, not the alternative one [...]

day 2 – drop-dead competent

When I woke up this morning, Esme was on my mind. I don’t remember dreaming of her, but I hardly ever remember dreaming anyway. What I remember was that I had wanted to dream of her when I had switched off the light some hours before.
We were in a different classroom today. But again, I [...]