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The Unbearable Heaviness of Being

My quest for the eternal lightness

Won’t be travelling this weekend. Rained during the day and it’s a cool night for me to catch up on some rest. I’m just gonna sink into my sofa and enjoy my Italian wine while I read Karen Armstrong.

Managed John Grisham’s ‘Broker’ this afternoon. Somehow I could imagine myself being stashed away with a new identity like Joel Backman who’d became Marco Lazzeri. Having now to find new meaning to survival, I’d find myself roaming a quiet town, making new friends while spending endless time on espresso, thinking about my past and wondering why I am planted in an entirely foreign place. I was totally immersed in it.

I have always enjoyed John Grisham.

Buona Serata!