october, xxxi.

Bolted awake at five. The sun isn’t up yet but I can feel it. I also feel like I haven’t slept at all but might as well rise; despite the stillness, despite my heavy eyes, despite wanting to sleep. I force myself to breathe deeply for a few minutes, waiting for that feeling of elation. The thing is, it does work.

I spent the previous evening in Karlín, probably the first time since summer. Mostly on the account that I haven’t been in Prague to begin with. How is it that they all seemed to live on that side of the hill? I recount the conversations, the meal, and the unnecessary overindulgence. It’s hard for me to be disappointed anymore. I was relieved to be walking home, up the hill, through the tunnel. Neboj se. I made a mental note to self not to be. Not to be afraid and breathe with full lungs.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”