I'm so very sorry...
So sorry to bother you, but it happened again, only days later. The fugue state.
Up on the Gellért Hill for my morning sun today.
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Sunlight and Mustard Gas
I’ve been going to the park every morning, first thing, new routine. I was listening to two scientists talk about the effect sunlight has
Rain on Sunday or About The Work
A trip to Sweden, a finished novel, and some wildly expensive oysters...
Three Beers
Alone at a beer joint in Budapest, I hatch a plan to drift through three bars, meeting lovers and ghosts along the way. Their message is clear: fuck it all, stop hiding, be seen.
Two Dreams
A tumble through ants, poison flowers, and the dark stone steps of Budapest. Was it memory, dream, or just Ludwidge’s tea pulling me down into shadows?