A digital barrier to my food stall, sabotage?
While all good forces are employed to fix the alley to my delicious dishes, I am patiently roaming the sky.
I am in between worlds, somewhere at 30,000 feet. Big metal tubes full of people are passing me by.
Glorious moment since writing these few lines in utter despair to be separated from you, my dear reader. Further, I was disconnected from my food stall, the things that gives reason to so many outbursts and in the end, gives reason to my existence.
But don’t you worry. I am working on the analog menu, something to behold. For you, to hold in your hand. Fondly, hopefully, to remember our time together.
I missed you.