19 June 2026       23:54       Backseat of an Uber       Amsterdam

I left 33 behind tonight. The city was rainy and full of thunder, yet the sky turned pink just before the sun disappeared. Bedirhan and I watched it happen. I remember feeling strangely abundant, as if the evening had more to offer than could possibly fit into one night. (From the Latin inspirare, inspiration means “to breathe into.”) I waited for an Uber for an hour. Then Merhawi arrived in his car with the glass roof. When I told him it was my birthday, he offered to play me a song as a gift. He asked if I was okay with loudness. I am. Now heading home and typing this.



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