Genova in October
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Genova. Tia and I walked for almost two hours and she complained that now I’ve moved to Splinder she has to read strangers commenting underneath things she previously considered private information delivered directly to her. I pointed out that this blog has never been private. She said `”yes, but before I could pretend.”` Fair. Dad asked about university again over dinner. I gave him approximately the same non-answer as August, only with better vocabulary.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.