thousands of miles, thousands of words
So said my surgeon, more than once.
On which I eat all the ramen.
Everything is fragile. Including me, it seems.
When you’re travelling, no one wants to hear you’re depressed.
So close, yet so far.
The first stop was the hospital.
The party explodes from the darkness like a joyous firework filled with food and music.
…is colder than LA in the winter.