Have you ever experienced really, really strong nostalgia? I am feeling that. Right now. It's truly bitter-sweet.

I can so understand that sixties' trend of "experimenting with mind-altering drugs". Not that I particularily want to do that myself. Just that seeing these glimpses of strange states of ecstacy and euphoria is fascinating.

No. I prefer to be high on life. Which I am.

Every. Single. Day.

生命は美しい

Why is flying so romantic?

Maybe because it's the fastest way to get to places that are exotic to us. But I mean, there is virtually nothing about it, per se, which is even pleasant, especially if you are flying alone. From the stressful and undignified security check, removing your shoes and belt, to the dull food and cramped seats, no matter which class you are flying.

Still. It's almost as if I can hear a brass band playing in the distance: "...and softly murmurred: soon..."

"...with still a million things to say..."

And, yet again, it's off to Europe again tomorrow.

Couldn't get a flight back until Monday, so I'm spending the weekend there.

I really would have liked to stay at home this time.

Or to be going even further...