Long, late night at a friend’s place. Dinner party, just 5 people, homemade Indian food. Exquisite. Highly motivated to cook more after learning so much last night. The guests left, one-by-one, until it was me, my date and the host. We kept almost leaving, but he would start another interesting thread and we’d continue. We hit religion, we hit society, we hit philosophy and history, and we drank bottle after bottle of red wine, which I don’t even like, but it was good at that time and for that purpose.

My date and I left at 2:30a and took a cab back to my place. She lives further away, so it made sense to crash at my place. I had to quickly neaten things in my room before she came in, and definitely had to make sure there weren’t obvious signs of other women having stayed there as recently as last week, which was in fact the case. No problems. Red eyes today, that’s all.

Busy day planned, all work. Tonight I have other work to do. Tomorrow I have yet more work to do. Also the weekend, and thus we remember that life is, in fact “work”, and there’s no way out of that,  nor should there be, and it’s important to choose work that we actually have some kind of interest in, to experience that kind of labor of love, so we can be at our best and be fulfilled before before our time is over.

“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again.”
                                          Homer

We will never be here again.