Nothing wrong with the tree, but it is where I'll end up if life's a cycle.
Getting in contact with old friends gives life a nice perspective at times, but isn't that part of running around in circles? Sometimes I wish I were a tree all by myself.
As said before. No life, so I travel. People think I've got a great life. I've been places, but like snakes and ladders, always gliding back to square 1. Not sure that that's great now. Anyway, it's starting to appear likely that I'll be heading for Salta once more. Quick visit. No more new starts in new places, Salta we know, in Salta we trust. Might even have a place to crash, a suffocating one, but in the end we're still waiting for the sky to fall down on our head. Said it before, sometimes we need to go back in order to get forward. Maybe this could work out. An ugly start doesn't necessary mean an ugly ending.
Can't complain about the weather either.
We need fresh fruit in the range of Mangos, we love mangos. Mangos here are like apples, need to get real ones, fresh ones.
I did have some good stuff to say about the alternative order, some real convincing stuff, but then, that was yesterday and I wasn't writing yesterday, so it'll be for later.
Energy, ¿where has all the energy gone?
Let's add a pic and call it a day.
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