there’s been a change in climate.
It’s a change for the better. Posts about missing Bucharest so bad should reside far away. Only because this new land is the one able competitor. A complete opposite. Can’t wait to get in the poetry mood, see what comes out.
Try to get on it soon. All I’ll say right now: time is indeed relative. I know this because in some places time really does move a lot slower.
Been working on a novella by a pseudonym and instead of feeling like I have to push out so much in a day, I’ve just been taking a piece or a piece of a scene or a piece of a character and chewing on it, no hurry; feel no remorse for not completing more than a couple paragraphs.
Hey even these words flowed different.