This post was written on a cold gray Sunday. I was seeing my once notorious X then. This meant I had to enter his world Fridays at 17:00, and could not realistically escape until Sundays around 03:00.
I was always glad to make it home alone those mornings. The house was beautiful, the cat fluffy, the sheets rich. When I awoke later on I would realize how exhausted I was and how desolate I felt. On this particular Sunday I was teaching R.D. the next day. Rereading his text I saw that it expressed what would be an unplanned, but important effect of writing the blog. R.D. says:
“Oh, my friend! The sky is opaque; the air, cold; the day, sad. Gray, foggy melancholies float through the air. But a phrase, or a pressing of the hand in time can warm one so much! I will see you soon.”