Three days would make me feel human again. Three days in a new scene. Three days when nobody I’d meet ever heard of me. Three days when my baggage couldn’t hunt me down. Three days of freedom, new air, freshness, circulating, new experience.
I felt like I could breathe; I grew pensive. My thinking was better. I felt like I could write a book, a novel, based on the people I met and with the addition of all I know that would follow had I stayed. It was clear. I’m not going to write a book but I’ll always have this.