Four years ago I landed on Mytilini for the first time, scared and literally treading in dark waters, and right into Mario’s and HM’s world… Just thought I’d celebrate and maybe remember the post I wrote 2 years ago, for when that “four” used to be “two”…
Back then, I catalogued what had changed since I had first set my foot on Gasmaland. So much has changed within me in those two years, I can neither think nor bother to write it all down. Only looking at that post, it’s clear to me. I wonder if it is to anyone else out there possibly reading my egocentric chronicles? Sometimes, it’s only the inside that changes and it’s only us that feels the difference. But isn’t the outside just a reflection of the inside? Or is it only when the inside has changed so much that it’s literally bursting at the seems, that it finally manages to show?