like going to sweden or iceland on a solo trip in the dead of winter where the sun rises late and sets early, and you’re jet lagged and you have no idea what time it is, you just sleep when you sleep and wake up when you wake up and go to a coffee shop and have a little piece of cake and put on all the clothes you can because it’s snowing and take your book with you everywhere across the city as you wander and when coffee shops aren’t open you make tea and watch movies in bed and write in your journal and you’re like a liquid floating through time and space, completely untethered to anything and anyway i’ve never beaten that high