I’m drinking my second cup of tea.
I’ve sent some messages to my mum, explaining how I am feeling. And I’ve sent an email asking for help with long term planning. In an hour, I’ll be getting ready to leave for work.
Right now, I’m drinking.
Something silly happened yesterday, that I don’t want to repeat because I’m trying to forget about it. But it’s bothering me.
I’m looking forward to having a coffee between lesson 1 and 2. When I come home tonight it will be half ten and I’ll have finished lesson 5. Hunger will probably bother me most at that time.
Right now, I’m listening to NTS (Charlie Bones).
I’ve been reading Emmanuel Carrère essays this morning. Yesterday, I went to Flores. Pedro Almodóvar y Jorge Galindo at the Tabacalera twice – to try and forget. I got the most from it the second time, when I went at 17:47ish. After that, I came back to my apartment with a paper full of the paintings and pinned various pages to my wall. While wearing a Fulham hat and being on facetime to my family, together watching old tapes (of fourth birthday parities, nursery plays, days not doing much at home) being digitally converted. It was sweet.
I’m in Madrid and I miss my family.
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