In another universe, I wake up today in an unfamiliar room, clean, small, and absolutely devoid of character. Rush into a tiny bathroom, shower, put on a formal shirt, crumpled in the suitcase in transit. Slip into a suit, now slightly tight on the midriff, jeans, because I can’t squeeze into the matching trousers any more. Wipe the dust off the shoes with toilet paper, lest I don’t find a shoe polisher in the corridor. Walk down to the dining area for the complimentary breakfast for which I had to pay another 20 euros, smirk at the continental fare of only 5 or 6 dishes, pile myself with bland coffee and stroll out to hunt for the complimentary shuttle to the exhibition venue. And not finding it, or being told that it left, check whether Google Maps is working, and decide to walk down the 1 kilometre from the Ibis Airport to the exhibition hall. Reaching there, completing the registration, losing my way at least twice by trying to follow their layout map to find my...
Field notes from an inconvenient life… No motivational crap, no hacks, no pink tint. My life as it actually unfolded. I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...