Working in the Istanbul travel journal. I have 2 speeds. Slow and Slower. One extra speed when I’m watching Gabriel Byrne. He shifts me right down into Slowest. I’m just dying to hear what he’s going to say next. I’m in the throes of transference. Then there are the patients. More intrigue watching them come together then blow apart.
My station. Where I sit and contemplate finishing my journal. Postpone packing. Drift in and out of treatment.