Tales from a different lifetime
Because I have nothing to do, except finding a job and having a life, I decided to go through the facebook album of a restaurant in Kathmandu. I had gone there a long time ago, and they had taken our photo. I didn't find it, beneath thousands of photos of other people in front of the big green carlsberg bottles.
Is this nostalgia? No. Not for Kathmandu, not for the life I will never have. Fear of the future, yes. Yearning of the past, no.
What happens when your best is now. I'd rather that never happened to me.
Why do men look like pigs, and women, pigs with lipsticks? Who knows. Humans haven't even figured out why we have those large protruded snouts, or the useless tails right above our place-of-poop so those real problems are unlike to be solved soon,