another note to self / 48hrs kind of entry. met with a colleague today who is very desperate, so desperate that he could not enjoy what is given to him. he couldn't hear a word I said. I was vaguely...flew and flew over the fields. She lost her golden feather in a faraway land. Bitter as it is, dear mother, for a lake to have no fish, so it is bitter, dear mother, to eat from a stranger’s table.