After the Ecstasy, the Laundry...
I’m not a person who is known for being overly cautious. After all, my motto is “audentis Fortuna iuvat” (Fortune favors the bold). But for some reason, I’m feeling hesitant about a certain something. I can’t put my finger on it…exactly. I’m not afraid, but I am. I’m not nervous, but I am. It’s almost a fermentation, just under the surface. A bubbling of surreptitious activity that’s making me hum.
I don’t want to wreck this. What if this is what I’ve been waiting for? How will I know?
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