Nasha

My apartment smells intoxicating--pink. Of hyacinths. A surprise, in the wake of a flight that took my love to a land where someone starts a new life in a bed of sequins and rose petals.

I like Ottawa. The sens fans are a little over the top for me still, but I may soon get used to it. I have a sens pin. And I wore it today.

I've been listening to a lot more music lately. Critically, which is new for me; I mostly listen very emotionally. It has heightened the experience somehow, but I can't really put my finger on it. You know that bliss that the fakirs and the bauls speak of? I have only ever come close to experiencing it through music.

Puriya Dhanashri controls how I feel at this precise moment.

Time has stopped, but I have so much to do still, and there's work tomorrow...