Holland

I am in Holland, now.  I am not quite sure what I am doing here, really.  I do not want to be an Israelite on the road complaining about what I once had in Egypt, but this is quite stale, at the moment.  I do not know the language, I do not know people, I do …

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A moments check

It feels cold in Newark, and gray.  Well, the weather is cold, and having come from a Melbourne summer.  And gray – perhaps the sky and the concrete.  Or, the monotony of “go.” I have been non-stop “go.”  A combination of work “to do”, and I suppose, not wanting to deal with the fact that …