Until now, I’ve never written down what my tattoo “means”. I wanted the meaning to be able to change so that I wouldn’t hate the tattoo.
One of the things I think I’ve always said is something like, “Everything in life goes in cycles,” as I trace my finger around the inner circle of the tattoo.
I woke up at about 5:30 am here in Cairo. Yesterday, I came to say goodbye to the friends I had made who own the hotel I stayed at in November and early December, when I found out I was disbarred and almost got beat up and other fun things. I asked my friend if I could take a nap for a couple of hours, but it seems that I slept off and on for about 18 hours.
It was a strange feeling because the smells and sights here are familiar, but I am different, an subtle things are different. And, most important, I napped/slept in a different room. I left the room to go to the bathroom and my friend and his son are sleeping in the room I rented for six weeks. The role reversal is poetic.
They have the TV on so that my loud snoring wouldn’t wake them: that’s the same, too.
I’m tired. I don’t want to be awake, either. I think I will go back to sleep.
