I worked on the Taike grant application. I drank Prosecco. I cleaned up after Nicolas and Jacopo.
When I woke up and didn’t feel like putting on pants and put on booty shorts. It was sunny too. When it got gray and cold I put on a wool overshirt and Jacopo played Lana del Rey. We went to the supermarket in shorts and jackets, getting evil-eyes from passersby.
“I’m so happy we spent the day at the beach together!” I said.
Just before dozing off, an old guy sitting in a brown chair, said to me in a matter-of-fact tone
“Keep in mind that the earthquake is coming.”
What is the world actually like?