My put-togetherness has changed. I thought I would shrink into myself when I interviewed my aunts but instead I found myself growing. Maybe it's the food. They say death is a great leveller but for the narcissist, it's the beach. We find ourselves at the end of the season with a day to spare at San Elpidio. Hot sand, blue sky and warm sea. Fewer mosquitoes than in Milan. But here on the beach is the 'looky-looky' man.
I find this day of reflection useful. I've started to write snippets, thoughts, trails. Every day a new piece of the puzzle is received, I revise my thinking. Every day a new piece of the puzzle is assimilated, I want another. I am impatient to find out the next thing. I know everything is set up to receive the pieces but I must wait. And there is always the feeling that I want to go back and ask something else.
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