Hollandia

It’s one of these days.

Sentimental, melancholic. Tired.

Six weeks in Croatia. I talk about The Netherlands. I don’t know what I feel.

I’m in a town. A big town. Zagreb. I think of Amsterdam. I compare.

Staying in a apartment. Comfortable. The piles of books remind me of home. My cozy little house.

I listen to a Dutch composer. Simeon ten Holt, Canto Ostinato. The music gets to me.

A friends birthday, I miss her.

Hollandia, Amsterdam.


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