Yesterday, as I pedalled into Old Havana, I felt like Deadpool and Wolverine (untamed and unredeemed) before meeting Cassandra Nova in the Void. đ
Have you seen that film? Donât worry if you havenât, you donât need it to understand this post from a badass cyclist - No sĂ© si serĂĄ correcto ese tĂ©rmino... ruda quizĂĄs es mejorâŠ
When I saw that drawing on the wall and what it said (alluding to some guy called Bebeshito and one of his hits)⊠I had no doubt the Time Ripper is already doing its thing to erase my Universe. I donât know if it was some Paradox that set it in motion, or if weâve reached the part where we need to try short-circuiting the sadistic Cassandra⊠but hey, this definitely doesnât look good.
âWhat are we going to do,â I told myself. âWeâre in the 11/11 portal!!!â
ÎłÎœáż¶ÎžÎč ÏÎ±Ï ÏÏÎœ... Sorry, I meant: Know thyself, a phrase that reaches me from my days as a priestess in Delphi.
Remember, Anaray, you are not what you lose; you are what remains after everything burns.
For a moment, I thought I was crossing a thin layer of timeâand that these walls of Apolloâs temple had been translated by AI.
Everything was there: the word 'VacĂo'(Void), birds⊠and everything else. đ¶
I think I finally understood:
a paper boat isnât going anywhere.
Music by FreeMusicLab from Pixabay
I summarised the first part of yesterdayâs ride in this video. It was over 30 km round trip. In the first stretch, I passed through the municipalities of Cerro, Centro Habana, and Old Havana.
On the way back, I crossed all that again and headed into El Vedado, descending along Avenida de los Presidentes to merge onto LĂnea Street. At the iron bridge in Miramar, I stopped to record the wind coming from the sea.
A cold front is coming in, and they say itâs going to be really coldâthe kind of cold that feels like a scorching summer to Europeans, perfect for shorts, flip-flops, and a T-shirt, while here weâre ready to pull out the Eskimo coat.
Miramar connects to Marianao, and Marianao to Calle 100âand at home, Chanel was waiting for me, hungry, though not more than I was, of course. This cyclist couldâve devoured a⊠a whole pot of meat. She also arrived with a cramp in one foot. But as soon as I got off the bike and walked on solid ground, it went away. I was clearly in need of anchoring.
Ahhh⊠sorry. Change of plansâthe post about the university studentsâ work on bird ringing is still postponed until next week.
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