Another story up. This one is called Lingua. Maybe it’s about forgetting that people aren’t like yourself? Or using people as a means to an end? Something else? It’s only 250 words. Read it and see what you think.
After months of watching, I finally finished Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. I’m sad that the show is over. I’m sad that he died, and of the depression that we share(d). I started watching the show on a whim, expecting a cooking show. And it wasn’t that. He travelled around the world, and ate a lot of food, but it wasn’t about how the food or how to cook it. And it wasn’t about the travelling. It was about the people, and their lives, and their history, and who they were and are. And he was oddly empathetic in a way that I didn’t expect.
The show grew on me. I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss regularly seeing Anthony Bourdain and sharing those moments with Sarah. I think it’s going to be one of those shows that live with me for a while.
Kinda glad of the timing in finishing the show and getting Lingua up.