Last week was a very hard one. So much so that the most enjoyable part of it was getting a cup of coffee every single morning just before classes.
At some point I was also happy to get two postcards - especially one weary of wisdom, like a bee that has gathered too much honey. So much so that I was delighted to plan a class on the skill of writing a postcard. Frustratingly enough, it was my most unsuccessful class so far...
At the end of the day, I drowned my sorrows with my friends. We had a great time. And then I found myself standing in a crossroad; I hoped for the best but at the end of a 1000 sunsets, there's nothing. Or thus spoke Zarathustra...
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