Did you sleep at all? Infinite melancholy.
Sometimes I feel your silence as a bittersweet karma for ignoring the spirits for years and – in an inverted way – for giving my mother a hard time in my first years in R1; she couldn’t handle me unless she was talking to me hours a day; I was listening to her with my eyes – and sometimes – with my mouth wide open – she used those moments to feed me. To entertain me she had to develop a wide repertoire of fairy tales, poems and songs. Otherwise she was a very quiet person, an introvert. Many times she had to take me to the office – I didn’t like the kindergarten and the kindergarten didn’t like me; seeing that she is talking to me all day long while she was working (she was an accountant) her coworkers said to her: ‘Princess, you were very reserved with us, now your daughter is forcing you to open up.’ They called her ‘The Princess’ because she was beautiful, always elegantly dressed and because her introversion was interpreted as arrogance.
When I started to talk it was my turn to tell her stories and it was her turn to rest and to listen.
So, get prepared, you see how much I write, imagine how much I talk. Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.