Missing my friend

The trial shut down proved I wasn't really ready to let go of this format. But it was a good way of realising what I was missing. My daily reflection of what to write (and what not to write). The play with words. The settling (and sometimes unsettling) feeling of being read. A place to store random thoughts and pictures from life as it is on a certain day. A way of meeting myself.

So we are back for a while.