Today I decided that I wanted to be alone to do some thinking because I have been finding it hard to write. All those squirmy little thoughts came slithering and oozing their way back in and have been making me doubt myself. Somehow, being caught up in what you DON'T want to do makes you see what you DO want to do. However, now that I am suspended in time, which has also suddenly somewhat been extended, I feel a little lost. Like I don't know where to begin or even where it is going to end. The city is noisy, hot, distracting and makes me restless.
After a morning appointment failed to materialise, I grabbed my bike and pedaled away furiously, trying to keep to the shade to avoid the baking sun. I passed the beach, which was filled with tourists. I passed my old place of work and stopped by to share a bowl of pasta with my friend. And at last I pulled up to the station to put my bike away in front of my destination. The Cemetery at Poble Nou.