My beloved drove back to Zagreb early this afternoon. The weather was lousy and the traffic heavy, but she made it home without any trouble. Now that she is safe and sound, I can relax. After a bit more than three months of daily communion, I find myself completely alone in my Motovun home. Sitting and staring in front of myself, I am free to return to my practice of thoughtlessness. Regular as it has become while my beloved was at work the last few months, it comes easily to me. And now I have all the time in the world to fully dedicate myself to it. Without a thought in my head, I feel liberated from the world that surrounds me. Except that the wriggle of my beloved’s toes comes back to me from time to time. And so do the fragrance of her hair, the warmth of the skin on her belly, the flavor of her crotch… Although we will be apart for nearly a month this time around, she is still in my arms. In tight embrace, we are inseparable. In short, my practice will take a day or two to return to, as it were, normal. In the meanwhile, I cannot be sure where I end and where my beloved begins. All I know is that our continued communion suits me more than fine.