Two years, no news

The strange part is not having a project any more. I had not understood how much I was enjoying having one.

Steady. Still cooks. Still tastes everything.

Two years. My only news is that there is no news, and I have come back specifically to say so, because nobody wrote this part down for me.

Wednesdays are just Wednesdays now.

Nothing happened again. I am aware that is now the fourth month running I have written that, and I have decided it is the best sentence in this journal.

Buenas noches.