milano being milano
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
some traditions are important because nobody has to explain why they’re happening again. #
Sant’Ambrogio. Quieter today because Friday and Saturday have successfully removed most of my energy. Milano feels particularly like itself at this time of year. Lights, cold, people everywhere, all the familiar things that would probably annoy me if they happened every month.
Home tonight. Tea. Four biscuits. Blue Mac. Mom walking past wearing Angel. MSN. Yuri calling.
Sometimes an ordinary evening is enough.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.