In Which the Store is called Divagation for a Reason: The Second Death of the Stillborn Brazilian City, and the Evil of forced Convivence
Good afternoon, my friend, dear reader of this present post! Happy Sunday! How are you? Hope you had a nice week, many excellent and fulfilling moments. Let me know also, how is the weather? Where I'm at, the weather is quite hot and muffled, not all moments, but the most uncomfortable are certainly on that fashion. March is on its full development, and as such, Summer moves to autumn, not inmediately, but certainly does so. As for me, how I'm at, I am okay. Just arrived home from grandma's house, it was an okay time, I was owning her another visit, now I am not under such hook. It is no sacrifice to visit dear grandma, not in the least, but it is a journey, as the town is absurdly spread out, and its different corners are so far one from the other. I cannot stop thinking of the great book by Mrs. Jacobs as I commute, and I am sure that she would agree with me, or I would agree with her, my own city, as many brazilian ones have the same sinful nature, is such a disaster, su...
