In Kerala. It’s beautiful out. Bright, but not warm or humid. A calm lull. I am feeling incredibly drowsy like a bee fat on nectar. I am about to fall down flat somewhere, oozing honey. Do bees do that? Ooze honey? They work somehow together and make honey. It’ s not like sweating, which is what I imagine bees do when they make honey.
Last night we drove here with the music blasting at full and I fell in love again with songs I had long outgrown. Stale was new again. Dull was bright. I found myself singing and laughing with my full open sound, unafraid – for a while at least – of all the mistakes I have made in the past and the future mistakes yet to unwrap.