montreal. Dinner with friends last night, and now bt's gone for a surf and i'm cleaning data in the kitchen with the door open, stars on the stereo, and a breeze coming in off the balcony. Everywhere people are lounging on barely-green grass in sandals and summer dresses, and i'm huddling in my jacket and wool shawl. Feels like winter to me but i guess it's all relative. Ugh. Popping back and forth between these worlds so often, I've somehow now reached a state where I barely exist in either.

11:45 a.m. - 2015-05-02