I miss the times when everything was in a not-so-cliché way liberating. I used to be involved with the world in an intoxicating way, where the deep rich history was in my veins and my ears craved lovely ancient sounds. I spoke foreign gibberish that used to be un-gibbered. My eyes saw the world, the raw earth, and tasted - yes, my eyes tasted - moist beauty.
I don’t know where she went.