The End of the World

Back on The Circle Line in the beaming April heat with a headache that has been with me now through four Advil and five hours...

And we just got back from Rome on Monday (It's Wednesday today) and I have been thinking so much about Kosovo and the three boys trapped there and the never ending intrigues of the world that convinces me that history will forever repeat itself until one day our eccentricities and egotism will lead to the end of humanity altogether.

And that idea doesn't seem to frighten me anymore... There is only a bitter calm and a silent frustration at my own futility. And I can't wait to depart and stare into the baking diamond sketched water and wonder if I'm selfish for pleasure in the face of all of this...

I wonder why it is "Europe" that evokes this in me, and then I realize, again, that I am not European at all... Not in the way I think about the world.

And who knows where the time goes...