sorry dad
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
exhibit a in the case of milano versus my train ticket. #
I was supposed to maybe go to Genova this weekend. `”Maybe”` was the fatal word. By Thursday there were plans, by Friday there were more plans, and tonight there was techno good enough that I’m currently sitting here feeling simultaneously very happy and slightly guilty. Summer spoiled me because Dad was easy to see. Now we’re back to the old geometry where Genova requires giving something up in Milano.
I need to go next month. Properly. Put it in the calendar instead of leaving it as `”maybe.”` Maybe is where plans go to die.
Remember me, Eclipse.
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