Back in Amsterdam

I've been arriving for the last two weeks. Everyday a bit closer to reality. Though reality is a weird concept.
No, I'm not depressed. I'm floating. To be honest, I wonder if I can ever be depressed againg. Since I did Essence, a year ago, I feel this permanent layer of soberness between me and my depression, like a cushion, like an air-bag, I can't get through it. Though sometimes it would be great to just let myself go.

I must write again.
And think.

It was a great summer. A weird, full-on summer. I had no holliday. But again, I didn't really need one.
Just check it out: citemor.blogspot.com

I'm just sorry warm weather is over before I could stop missing it.