Justice

My expired F1 visa is stamped several times with these words:

CANCELED WITHOUT PREJUDICE
US EMBASSY BERN

I will be back at Stanford next week.

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I saw you in the crowd. You were standing there looking at the people passing by. You haven’t changed since I haven’t seen you forever. How small our world is. How could I imagine finding you in this corner of this forgotten city looking vaguely into the passing pulp. You haven’t changed, the same aimless look in the eyes and the same restlessness in gesture which makes me uncomfortable and willing. Would you tell me the same things you told me before? Or should I pass and leave you there? It’s not a bad deal. Who knows to whom we arrive and we return? Different worlds and different times flowing around us, on foot running, passing in an impeccable cruelty. When would be the next way our roads will be intertwined? I have been standing at my own castle for a while. My passage is impotent. I will let this second go, I didn’t look back in the crowd. Watch me getting lost among drops of lust, hate and longing.

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Nothing looks the same. It was a shock coming back to the birth place, as the sense of self-alienation is to the max. “People go round in circles”, who said that? My circle didn’t close properly, I am deceived. No time for more now.

Melbourne

Tomorrow morning will hit the road from Melbourne to Adelaide. It might take 10 hours.
Forgetting is easy. I have forgotten the windy alleys of Lausanne. Also all clocks in my body are lost. Today with Ciamac toured the hipster corners of the town and fished for graphitties.