Guest post by Hursh Joshi.
Let me explain my day.
I wake up. For a moment I think I am in my parents’ home. I look around and everything seems easy. I turn around and I doze.
Just a little while later, I wake up again. A little confused. I was sure I was at home, my parents’ home that is. But something is different. The walls, I recognise them. So I must be at home. But they are not the walls from my parents’ home. Gradually I wake up; I look around and everything seems familiar but different.
Guest post by Hursh Joshi.
I am at a loss for what to do. So, I sit and play solitaire. Mindlessly. Some outcome of the universe banking on every game. Sometimes it becomes very serious – like I am the police monitoring my own moves. Other times it is careless. When it gets too tedious I switch to see if anyone has emailed me, messaged me, sought me out in some other way. Hardly ever is it a message I want. Then I go wandering into my past. Remembering things that people said. My friend Takahide once said to me, “We act first, and make explanations later.”
