Thank you, Kerstin.
Me too.
I was just pondering about what that pink door may be for me. Looking at the sky in a surreal night. A partial moon and a bright star above it.

Funny, I’m half way there, in Maui. I fell in love with this island once, but now something is off. Maybe because I’m spending lots of time in land and not in the water, which seems like highways. Like moving landmasses.

Maybe because I know life here would be impossible for someone like me. So expensive. Maybe because I am, in the end, that person I don’t want to be: unimaginative and plain. Dreaming the dream everyone else dreams.

Half way there, Kerstin. Almost is not quite there.

Thank you for listening to my depressing thoughts in a place that should be nothing but depressing. Must be the whales.
Pablo