What lays between the cold “never” and the lukewarm “one day”? Talks with spirits, daydreaming of you and the mundane filled with tasks done with a split mind. Sometimes I feel sad, sometimes happy, sometimes it is hilarious; ‘who put the salt in the fridge? it wasn’t me, it was The Honey Bear.’ If you read this, don’t be sad, when it comes I am sad enough for both of us, but most of the time I am happy and I make fun of spirits and myself. In Slavic languages my name derives from “Bogdana” which means “gift of God”. My mother – exasperated by my jokes – used to paraphrase it calling me “the gift of the God’s bouffon”. This explains everything…Infinite Laughs.
In between thoughts
