I was to catch a train at 1920 but sitting in the railway station I got confused and jumped on the 1720; mixed up my sevens. As always, there are no coincidences, which by the way is the word I was trying to get over to Maggie, which is by the way what gives rise to there being no such thing.
I gave her my full philosophy, from the world creator and his deficiency, to the Father of the spirit, how man may become upon receiving this, the injustice of children being brought into the world, other people being only another you and the reason for déjà vu, my stereotyping of Americans which I must stop doing, which I must stop doing, which I must stop doing.
The salt water of the Mediterranean has been my only bath for the first time since Paris and I took an upper body sink bath in the train station. I also willed to have some oil, scented, for my lack of bathing fully and the excessive wearing of cloths and behold if I did not find in the train station exactly, I was wanting. I wanted sandalwood but found no scent from it, so I bought lavender instead. Just as well since my lavender soap is about gone.
Maggie was heading back to London to work some more since she ran out of money and did not make it to Italy or Greece as she wanted to. I was tempted to ask her if she would like to accompany me but I feel that with her living a large nightlife it would not work out and she needs to find her own path. It is strange that I was having déjà vu while talking with her. I separated my path from that of my other self for that reason for to continue on together would have been inefficient.
So now I wait two hours on my reserved seat for a train bound for Geneva Switzerland, then maybe to Roam/Rome/Roma.