The passage of time; the passage of self

...on leaving Bulgaria, Susanna, and being on a precipice

I left Burgas the other day, and for the next few days, I’ll be in Sofia.

After spending seven weeks in a coliving in a rural area with tilled fields and hot springs, it feels strange to be in a big city, a city still very much marked by its own transition.

Here there are less cats meandering around, and it feels like almost everyone is wearing black. Th…