11/23 A lot of anxiety around each step, pivoting around me picking up my boxes from the porch of the deserted house in the countryside, as the sun has just left an entirely clear sky, and I drive back to the airport in the night. A room on the 11th floor in the Clarion Hotel, two runs with a baggage cart are necessary to get all the things from the car into this room, and the hopelessness whether I could fit all these things into the suitcases I brought vanishes slowly. Yes, this will work out fine. Also, I need sleep.