Today, I realised that my shell anklet didn't go with my new boots. It chaffed my ankle , rubbing the skin away. I had told myself at Bunaken that I'd take it off the moment I had healed, when it didn't matter anymore. It's been on me for the past two and a half years, a silent symbol. The sunset was fire, I was reading a book on post-modernity, and I was bald.

I guess the waiting never ends. Who completely heals anyway?

I just want to wear my boots!