I still think that in the conversations we have it’s the toughest to say the easiest. And I’m always in the pursuit of doing that. Which is why this Instagram format is something I really like a lot. Because it gives me a great way to deconstruct a poem. It was the month of August. We were at the edge of a dark lane smoking cigarettes, blowing away the fears
of our future into smoke. I remember you saying, “Someday when we’ll have the money,
we’ll go to a good hotel and eat it all.” Then we took this plate from the future and served ourselves every delicacy we could think of. Back then in that lane in August, we were so hungry, weren’t we? And so satisfied. I’m fit nowadays. I eat less. Even if for a while,
I wish I could just call you and ask if we can, for once,
talk about that plate in the future. But I’ve heard you don’t smoke anymore.