At the end of a year. People often contemplate about their achievements and their setbacks in proportion to the duration of that year (indeed, some years last longer then others). Yesterday evening I had that moment as well.

My moment of contemplation happened when I was in the shower, when I realized that the conditioner that I had bought in New Zealand, was down to it's last squeeze. (I don't 'condition' my hair enough, I know)
Why I had to think about the idea that this was the last tangible 'souvenir' from over there, I don't know.

But it made me think about the time here and there, my life, scattered all over the place. Living abroad for 6 months and then coming back to a status quo. To a life that was set on standby.
While friends are getting married, others are babybooming or at least buying furniture together in Ikea... I feel like I am in that IKEA playarea with all the balls, attempting to juggle them, but actually just drowning away in the quicksand.

I would think that, only when I have developped the last few roles of film from over there, and have edited the NZ roadmovie, then it would feel like closure...not the end of a stupid conditioner.

Don't need the movie, nor the pictures anymore.
Closure of a whole year went down the drain last night.

A wise man once said (don't ask me his name)
the most interesting train of thoughts come to you when water is running...

Hmmm, I don't know...
I have experienced water running clockwise and counterclockwise,...and until now,...not my brightest, most lucid moments yet!