"Remember that book I told you about; the first sip is joy the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy"

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I wanted to tell you all about these humdrum things like making couscous and laughing in the kitchen or feeling Autumn really hitting on or being silly and buying nice white shirts that I definitely won't need in the heat of the Indian Ocean or this striking documentary I saw about child brides but I couldn't find words that would fit together as perfectly as those of Kerouac or Camus or Hemingway.

I still have a long way to go.