Loitering

This isn’t a bad place to loiter whilst waiting for a government meeting to begin. It’s along Avenida 10 de Novembro, which must be a significant date for something. The answer eludes me, with its main point of reference now being the giant office of Standard Bank.

The mind is a bizarre beast in how it reacts to similar things on different days. What. Is. With. That? Maybe the relaxing effects of last night’s tantra experience have endured because stressful moments of battling with colleagues brushed off me more easily than they would on other days.