Numbering things

Our princess is doing better. She climbed down the stairs, then back up again and shut the gate behind her.
I’m busy reading for my history class. Reading, reading, reading… about Mao, about American imperialism, about capitalism according to Zizek.
Do you want a quote? “the particular culture which tries desperately to defend its identity has to repress the universal dimension which is active at its very heart, that is, the gap between the particular (its identity) and the universal which destabilises it from within” (Zizek, Violence, p. 156)
It stretches my brain. I nod when I read it… I follow the line this contemporary philosopher is drawing. If I try to explain it, all Christian hears is a grey cloud of scribbles. I hear it too. So I stop talking.
Then we decide to go to bed, and kiss, and the cloud is erased.
The weatherman was wrong yesterday! It didn’t rain. Marie-Hélène and I went for a bike ride with no destination. We looked at the way people landscape their front yard.
Have you ever seen a tree this big? It is in the backyard of my Saskatoon home… It is like the Little Prince’s baobab.

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Dear Jasmina