This title may sound really hollow to you, maybe lighter than some shirt aphorism, saying "There's no place like Home". Yay. But let me speak in light words, for once, ~ once isn't custom ~ then we'll expand in deeper ways, starting up from here when comes the time I'll be writing a story made of idlers.
What feels so good, in these very particular circunstances, of beeing traveling thru Albania, even better than not beeing busy building or having noone to care about, isn't so much about dreamscapes, beaches, and islands themsleves, rather than both, worrying not about ressources and duty.
No warning, no virus, no bill.
From South to North, free to go.
Without worrying, thinking not about these two very tying up conditions : free means live a dream, instead of dream a life.
S'affranchir de ces deux conditions qui ont de l'emprise, à l'esprit et c'est lvi qui libéré de ces aspects contraignants s'efface au point de l'âme. Où vivre un rêve plutôt que rêver la vie.
Ça y est, elle est là.
Pour les prochains épisodes,
Étonnante surcharge de hiéroglyphes,.
It's like Poesidonia, Pagos or au Galissas on Syros. Ça c'est de la golden hour, as Paurhun would say.