Enough of that. No calls. Wonder if my corn meal makes it to the Helsinki 2000 offices where the meeting is later today. So much travel for such a small meeting. On the harbor. At the Helsinki 2000 offices. Janna tells me that, yes, a package arrived for me at the office, a bag and a letter. I freeze for a moment, a letter. Oh no. But it turns out to be a notice from the Academy Bookstore that an English copy of Chopra’s Path to Love has arrived. Ironic. I have my corn meal, though, more important than having that form of love anyway. Nice hot cornbread, get-away bread they call it, ’cause it goes so fast, slathered in butter and hot maple syrup, a side of bacon, what more could one ask. mmmmmm. Thanks, Sanna, luv, for not ditching it in the organic garbage bin, but what about the bottle of Pastis? Oh well, I’ll get another one in Duty Free when I come back to Finland in April, we’ll cross paths then, I know it. We will. In April there are the White Nights, short or long, depending on approach. Remaining restlessly awake becomes intertwined languor, taking an air bath together on the balcony, the air quieted and chill, the city park replete with stragglers moving along at paces determined by relative consumption.
The C9 meeting goes all day, and afterwards I find myself at Kiasma again, and there is Sara, from Iceland. Funny to run into former students from other countries. I knew she was coming to stay at one of the ateliers on Suomenlinna this month anyway. We have a beer together before my dinner with the remaining Cafe9 folks.