When a cat is moved to a new place It will hide for a week. Maybe under a porch. Afterwards it will come out and fight with the other cats.
For the first week in Budapest I hated Budapest and nested in a loft with fading love and Nutella. After 7 days I left the loft and was friendly with people and accidentally broke a huge glass bowl.
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Later in the night, Balint talked about his nightmare; a bowl rolling down smooth tiles, making an awful sound.
The buildings are beautiful The women are beautiful The cafes are beautiful
But all the men are ugly
Because I only want you
Leaving the party, leaving friends, and pulled back to the sea, where the wind lives, where everything is black and salty, I stood on volcanic rocks holding onto you, praising the unknown.
You were afraid the waves would take us but I leaned back,
reckless so that you had to catch me.
Driving though rural Florida and lost. Just driving South with no signal, looking for a road West. And I find one called Eucalyptus… A tiny path but it’s paved. It is like a sidewalk.
Now, driving down a sidewalk called Eucalyptus into darkness. Smoke from a factory mixes with low settling fog. It is difficult to see more than a few feet in any direction. Twisted bodies of trees push into the periphery and branches curl out of the haze with their Spanish moss hanging all around.
Some landscapes look nightmares if you allow yourself to be afraid. Some paths look treacherous if you fear proceeding with little clarity. I move forward, slowly and with caution, alone. Feeling at peace.