At this juncture, I feel like I am born again. And what I mean by this, is that I feel like I have a second chance. In reality, birth is birth, and death is death. And every time we sleep, we die, and every time we wake up, we are born again in the land of the Westerners.
I spent some time in the previous month in a nasty place that was not my own. I am at heart, a homebody and a penitent man. I know some identify with this modus operandi and some don’t. Some people love nightclubs and some love coffeeshops. And some people can’t get over their mother’s cooking.
