Strange melancholy ranging from boredom to heartache, shame, regret, longing for something that won’t ever let me be like duck out of water, forgiven or forgotten. Things I want to do, people I want to see…scrolling down the phonebook list, realizing that calling Belgium is a double-pay, calling Germany makes me some king of absurd stalker…we’re going out with colleagues tonight, and in the comfort of my hotel room I’m choosing what to wear to match the mood, the melancholy…tying a bow around my neck makes me look like an Easter bunny. That’s fine.