Hey. It’s been a while. Yes, yes I know… We said we’ll keep in touch. But having in mind our past cases – we already could foresee what’s going to happen for us. In fact, it wasn’t even that hard, predicting the cards, I mean. I guess my dream of becoming a freelance-fortuneteller has somewhat worked out, right? (millionaire freelance-fortuneteller is the next title I’m working on)
I want to see how long did your hair grow? I cut mine entirely. Aren’t I outrageous? Just chopped it off… Like that!
Do you know I have two alien tattoos now? The first one… Well, I was kind of a-little-perhaps-a-lot drunk for the first one, but can you imagine that the second was planned? Yup, Intentional, with the capital I, where the I in it was maybe a little tipsy the night when the decision was made. I’m still full of surprises… And, of course, alcohol. Nothing’s changed in that department. Good old whiskey & wine recruitment agency is busy as ever.
What’s next… Oh, a smiley piercing. Yup, that too. It’s such a teenage rebellion cliche, but I guess my age nullifies the whole banality thing. I’m still a cool cucumber (as cool as a person that uses ‘cool cucumber’ in a sentence gets).
Physical changes aside, did I tell you about my shifting locale? I lived in Japan for some time and officially became a Buddhist there (they gave me a diploma).
My Sweet baby ramen, I miss you.
Stayed with monks and climbed many many mountains… It was breath-taking and sometimes lonely (climbing in silence with no one around can be intimidating) but most of it – was adventurous. I would love to tell you more about it, but it deserves an entire story of its own. I’ll save it for later. For that wine & cheese night that we usually do. I mean did… But maybe we’ll do once again?
And what did I tell you? The recruitment agency always means business. CHINK
How much time has passed already?
I forgot to count. 1 time, 2 times, 3 times… Well, logically and grammatically this sentence does not even make sense. One does not simply count time in units. But whatever the case – it still feels like at least “100 times” passed the last time I saw you.
I remember saying goodbye. In fact, we didn’t do much. It was more like an exchange of a couple blinks, smiles, fluctuating voice tones and hand waves. This lame order finalised our many years together. We should be more dramatic, that way I could at least squeeze up a good story to tell. With what we have I can only scrape an ‘end’ and a ‘story’. NUTTIN MUCH, YA KNOW.
Seas, mountains, hair, tattoos and loads of other stuff are becoming part of the evidence that I will hold against you. Evidence of time passing… Because I told you, it’s uncountable. Time is fluid. Unstoppable. Running. Melting and diffusing.
So I thought, maybe, If I can’t count it, at least I can show it to you.
Hey, it’s been a while.