Flood

“A nice form of pseudo-solitude is a walk in really heavy rain.
When you cant see more that a few meters ahead, theres too much water
in the way. And no one can hear a sound you make, the rain is much louder.
It surrounds you like a semi transparent wall seperating you from
everyone else, following you wherever you go. That’s exactly what I
was thinking on the 26th of july, while staring out of a car window,
on the way to college. I also wondered for a brief moment, at a signal,
how so much water can fall from the sky without filling the world.
(yes the thought was as childish as it sounds). Nevertheless, God
loves to prove me right.”
written on the 26th of August 2005 in a mail.

As I was half way through writing that mail, I went back to my inbox and lost all that I’d written so far. I wrote the mail again. Ironically, my first post was also from that mail.