For reasons I will not disclose right now I have lost all desire for love but gained a great urge to learn, about everything.
Read. Read. Reading.
In the sun, on the bridge, walking or resting.
I buy the New Scientist again, solve cross words on the train and go to the opera in London on Saturdays.My brain can’t get enough of all the knowledge around me. My mind gives me exactly four hours in bed, then I lie awake contemplating if I should get a telescope to stargaze or finally manage to read Ovid’s Metamorphoses.
There is so much more I want to see.