tea for two

I will never understand why people make a huge fuss about the transition to a new year. Time is just one long permanent straight line and we will never live to see it loop back on itself. Apparently clocks run slower in regions of lower gravitational potential.

The point perhaps, is that the people who weave in and out of your life will be the same regardless of the hands on the clock quivering in anticipation at 11.59pm. I will remain the same. Time is but a parenthesis in an unending sentence which meanders on and on but never really gets to say what it wants.

Tonight the air is a little warm. I'm guessing it'll be slightly more chilly where you're at.

Copenhagen, to die in your arms would be such a heavenly way to die.