1992, september sixth. athens, greece.
my dear journal,
we are close to the ionian sea, it seems. greece has been welcoming me and my journey to self reflection. i am not going to lie, i have been dizzy the past hour, fortunately the nauseousness has been tolerable causing me to just sleep the feeling. speaking of which, i had a weird encounter today, t'was at 11 noon when a lady approached me. "katarina?" she asked with tears in her eyes. who was she? she looked like she was broken, fragile even, at the sight of something. could it have been me? it would be impossible, wouldn't it be? i have no memory of who she is. so i apologized and just shook the feeling off. what a strange encounter.
with love,
karina.
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