Everday becomes a routine and then we start dreading. We need to move our pulse again.

I’m heading to Trento this Thursday if nothing else goes wrong, accompanying Manuel and his year’s worth of possessions and accumulations back. Hopefully friends will turn up there. And if they don’t, something can be done too. We need to see each other again and flesh out our memories in our faces. It’s a gathering of souls, of kindred signs.

I need to start moving again. I need to feel my pulse again.

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