For the past week, Moscow has seen nothing above -18 degrees Celcius. Students have been huddled around heaters like the homeless, but in better winter wear. On the bright side, there has been no wind to take our breaths away, which is a great blessing.
It’s December, my least favourite month. Many unpleasant anniversaries are coming up, and I do not care to enumerate them. All I know is, my ability to remember dates and useless events seems to be my biggest thorn.
I wanted to post about something that has bothered me for many years. I wanted to lash out and say everything. I knew what the consequences would be, and I didn’t care. I even had my words all figured out. My desire to write was so great that for once, I did not think about Seungri in the shower.
I don’t think my desire was great enough, though. If it were, I wouldn’t have waited till today to post, and I wouldn’t have let myself be persuaded by another blog and a set of memories to keep my words to myself.
I used to reply, “no problem!” when people thanked me for anything. There’s a reason I say, “okay” nowadays.
Longer post later.