I do not write for three months, almost the length a blink of an eye after dividing the first from a lifetime ago for a lifetime is the time it takes me noticing the new things that make me a bit 'older and the usual things that ever have assumed a new and largely unexpected. Sometimes I think about the people in my life as a kind of engines, turbines, perhaps, running at different speeds and different directions that impress my actions and my thoughts, my everyday life then get the speed and direction resulting from these different forces, some of which are opposed, others more or less aligned. Samuel came to kick-powerful and decisive, dictating to my everyday life a new direction and intensity, I could not foresee and to which I am still struggling to respond. I do not know if I will return to write constantly, and now I feel like this small window, a small note, a kind of travel record, before diving back into this incredible thing that's happening to me.
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