and this...
and even, at times, this...
so that happened. but it feels like a page has turned. like i'm back. like i'm here. it's as though in the last two weeks, with this last supervision, a new plan has fallen into place and, after a year of so much slipperiness, the next five months look crystal clear. not just that, they look doable. maybe even triumphable.
and so I AM HERE. in london. and it feels just like tonya landing her triple axel...
the goal then is to survive the process of upgrading, blaze into boston in may with a guerilla warfare approach to getting jackie published, score a certain interview with a certain someone in new york, and then wind up the month- and the age of 32- in paris with the best falafel in the whole fucking world.
that is the plan. let's do this. and let's call it: five months to falafel.
4 comments:
You are officially in charge of all image/gifs to illustrate my life. I swear, Oline.
challenge accepted!
Countdowns to food are always the best countdowns. I will not be proven wrong on this.
of all the things in Paris to obsess over you choose falafel. I love you.
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