Nothing

via David Horvitz

I did nothing yesterday, nothing but eat a falafel shawarma and read a book about the antiquated ways of former Soviet republics in the sun, and make (order) a dress made from the three meters of chambray material my Canadian flatmate left me, and thrift at Japanese Thrift, a charity that imports granny clothes exclusively from Japan, and nosh on the egg-tomato-baguette sandwich my new flatmate, an American high school teacher, made for me. My inner grandma is happy.

A few days ago, I received an email from my friend, Damian, who I met in Mongolia. In catching up, he closed by writing, "Make sure you scare yourself somehow in someway everyday!" I like that. It brought a smile to my tired face, in a way similar to these 2009 Notes, by David Horvitz, which entertained and inspired me.

But, just for the next few weeks, I'm going to be cautious about venturing off into new streets, especially dark ones: My friend Thida was mugged this weekend! Two friends in two weeks. What?!