I wanted to be in a place where no one knows me a little

Dear Delyara, Not forever. Just briefly. A café in another town. A road where no one expects anything. A shop where my face means nothing. A place where I do not arrive carrying history, tone, role, continuity, expectation. I think sometimes the self gets heavy not because it is bad, but because it has too much attached to it. A little anonymity sounds like relief on days like this. That thought stayed with me for longer than I expected.