What can one say about the shortage of rice? I go in and out of awareness. I continue to stroke the sides of my ivory tower, though ivory is no longer in use. Why is it some days hit harder than others? I suppose it is how we survive.
I am reading The Voice of Hope by Aun San Suu Kyi. It took about four months to get the book. Perhaps it is right to wait for a book on hope.
Oddly, my passport renewed in a week and a half. I thought of paying the extra for faster service, and then didn't when I saw it would only mean three weeks, instead of four. Now, it is quickly here. I like to have it up-to-date in case I decide to leave, and I see again how fragile this spaceship we share. There is no place to run. We must refurbish what is here.