Bongiorno, Venezia

One last thought as you wait for her arrival and all too brief tryst.  What is an hour worth, with all the tangential experience and memory and nostalgia and foreshadowing it entails?  In some ways a moose-related question, since money left behind is no expense at all.

From the mental health perspective, the randomness of being-in-the-world perspective, it is all.

The MFA cannot focus on US politics, this much is certain.  The fact that Gatts and wife and BW and Coop all asked after Ahab is telling.  I wonder.  8 days until that conversation, which shall reveal more.

10 minutes to 9, would be something if this proved the ultimate prank and even this shortest of illicit rendezvous (what is the plural?) failed at the last.  But there have been lessons, reminders.  The ever-present ones.  Stop it with the US politics and the Twitter time wasting.  7 minutes and stairs on hallout.  Long goodbye to the condo and organization/itemization of belongings.  Prepare for the return to the road in the Whitman ways of old.

I promised the Ganges once.  Mutter the same thoughts to the Grand Canal and her tributaries and see  if you can make it stick.  It’s a long way and a long time since Cape Town.  Soon the same will be true of this legendary place...  Remember?