I just discovered another beautiful mind on Substack. Valentine. Amazing explorer of life, and a great writer. One of the best combos you can find as a lover of books (or life, or anything written... Whatever).
I wanted to go to Tina's after work for two things.
One is, I'm fucking hungry and I'm almost certain she'd have cooked cos today is Sunday.
Two is, that I miss her.
However, I'm sitting on my toilet seat in my restroom and listening to one of the recommended albums by Valentine.
I think of Kem. It hits me now that I consider it. I miss her in a very gentle manner. The feeling isn't forceful. It's been a while since I saw her in person, and from the look of things, it's still gon' take a while.
I'll break off here and go back to my film.
Sœur, someday, we'll have all the time we need. Someday.
