How very relaxed and slowly the afternoon is going. I make the most of it and dont dare complain. I am having waves of very young memories, circa 8-10 years old, visiting the high school where my swimming pool for lessons in swimming was located. The smell of chlorine when you entered the building where the pool was and the windows at the top overlooking the pool, in the hallway and benches above the pool for people to watch competitions and races. gradins.

How I have forgotten my early years! Not much is left but my photos, books and parents and sister. Even quebec folk music does not reach as deep as it used to. Since 2025.

I am not too sad at this lack of memories: it is impermanence that is the flavour of our samsaric life,  before we awake each time. I never think much about the future when I am not drunk. I live better soberly.