All things will become a blur one day.

Spent a lazy afternoon with the visiting S at Stanley yesterday. Better than I expected. Downed 2 fruity beers and one glass of Pinot Grigio. S was in a good mood with his newly-gained freedom. Am more than convinced that he needs a woman with a whip to be happy. That’s the essential force that stimulates his personal growth. And he’d always need that.

The weather has been insanely beautiful recently. So divine that you’d think the only way to savour it is to get lost with a loved one.

Got Z’s text message. I had been wallowing in the fatalistic thoughts that one day, there’ll be one day, all things become a blur, and nobody, and nothing will even matter. But a simple message from thousands of miles away pulled him closer, and pushed that dreadful but inevitable prospect away, at least for the time being.