Somewhere in South America… I’m not quite sure whether it was Brazil, Argentina or another country. Amy was very reluctant to give away any details. And I couldn’t possibly blame her for being secretive. Empty spaces left by understatement were perfect to fill them up with my own vision. She would say that if I ever write it down, I’ll probably colour it a bit, here and there, to make it look prettier than it in fact was.

Dobra, nienawidzę przypuszczeń i ciągłego braku pewności siebie w moich zdaniach… Leżałam teraz w wannie, o wiele dłużej niż pierwotnie planowałam i przypomniałam sobie tą małą scenę. Co z tego, jeśli po chwili pisania ogarnia mnie poczucie zaszczucia we własnej klatce?

Guess, maybe, perhaps, could, would, should and so on. I don’t want to be uncertain and insecure all the time… And I don’t want to be dry and factual either.

FFS

I’m tired. I’ll try again tomorrow. Learning to fail,hell yeah.


And now it's time for some sublime.