Brilliant sunshine breaks through my kitchen window, glad that bamboo and mango trees no longer stall its ingress. It's quiet. As a 'barang' (foreigner) today seems like any other day, save for the fact there's no bread for breakfast.
Not wanting to go out into the hot, dusty, construction wrecked streets, not to mention wanting to stay Covid 19 safe, means that frequent purchases of bread and milk become infrequent. Instead I have a milky coffee and wait until lunchtime for sustenance. Where I once went out daily, now I try to wait as long as possible between exiting my little apartment.
I desperately try to stay in the moment, not letting caustic people from my recent past disturb me, nor wanting my mind to seek refuge in some idyllic future scenario elsewhere. That is not easy. I have kept myself busy with designing and editing my magazine, but it is done now and, at present, I have nothing else to be working on to keep the darkness and negativity at bay.
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