I’m on the plane and I have the impression that for a few hours now, we’ve been chasing twilight. Dusk just keeps on keepin’ on, as if we’ve fooled the sun’s path.
For my last day in Australia, I wanted to go see Jade again. I asked her if she wanted to meet up at Tusk, seeing as I am completely capable of falling in love with wallpaper with the colors of the sunset.
That was this morning of this never-ending-day I’m still in the midst of living. And at whatever hour it was, I arrived in Singapore, and don’t even ask me what day it is because I am so completely lost after my 18th Earl Grey. Actually though, it’s not half-bad of a sensation.
I miss Australia already.
The distance is good though. It gives you the chance to take leave. Long hours on a plane are like a secret alcove where, all alone, disconnected, you can let realty drift away for a while. Say goodbye, collect your souvenirs, rewind your emotions, and then curl them up into a tight little ball so that they’ll always be available to you, living right there close to your heart.
Translation : Tim Sullivan