Hergest Ridge

“Ask and it Shall be Given” – what an awful book. I tried to read it, but instead it inspired me to write in it that which I hold to be true.

The book is gone now. Maybe you’ve found it.
 
– Arthur Brash

Large parts of Istanbul are under water, 31 are dead, and more rain is expected. The flooding is the worst in 80 years. Not sure how affected those I know in Istanbul are, but I suspect they’ll remember this one long after the streets are again filled with cars and pedestrians.

Somehow I missed the funeral. I remembered to watch for the announcement with the place, date, time, but after that it all went like a drop in the lake. I hardly knew the man they put in the ground, but his brother was once like my own.

In the end, time takes away everything.

There is a fool in the parking lot below me, vacuuming his little truck for the last hour. I mean, really? Did he just go through a desert storm with his windows open, or is he simply this bored? I’m sick, tired, and bloody hot, and on top of that forced to listen to some little vacuum overheating, squealing, and begging for mercy. Give it a break, Mr!