Something mightly peculiar is going on with me. I just had an American Holiday this Monday, when most of the people in Indonesia did work. It pumped me up a bit, remembering the last four months had been an array of endlessly swampful routines. There are times when all you need is a pause when everybody is not pausing. A difference that you are not moving in the system for a day. I always chirp in my head, I wish I could hop off to Lago and its iceberg, lost in Tokyo, heating up in Timbuktu. Perhaps next time.
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