The end of this journey is nearing and it’s also getting a bit warmer, so I have been sitting outside some nights, with my poo bag at my side, thinking about stuff coming to an end, other stuff beginning, other stuff just not having changed much really. Like pooing in a plastic bag, it’s kinda always the same. I wrap the bag around the toilet, poo in it, make a knot. Day after day. It’s just a routine now.
I’m looking forward to being less pensive and more dancing, tbh.
3 mesi di merda / 3 shit months 