I've been in Sheffield, UK in the past two weeks. Business trip. I'll probably be here next week too. Loneliness, work, alcohol, Victorian hotel, bar on the ground floor, high, decorated ceiling, heavy wooden furniture, maroon leather armchairs, dark, thick carpeting, brass chandeliers. Journey. Like a Hemingway novel.
It sounds wonderful. It sucks. In the past, when people told me business trips were no fun, I found it hard to understand.
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