A quick email I got at work from my aforementioned friend who can't bear Milan. I don't know why, but I kept on re-reading it all day long.
Thalia do I get a reply today? I need some stimulation. It's sunny and I feel dreamy and hopeless again. The weather is so...destabilising. Obliterating, almost. Talk about unbearble lightness. You look through glass and feel like your soul could just seep out of you. And then the unbearability, which, in this case, is your body being tied to a swivel chair.
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