today

Sometimes as I sit here, typing away at these offices in New York as an anonymous cubicle rat, looking for example, at the implications of the subprime crisis on microfinance markets, I can’t believe I used to have another life, as short as just 3 months ago, and then another life 2 years before that, and then another life 2 years before that. From the days of London where everything seemed touched in gold, with not a worry in the world, to Sri Lanka and feeling alive in a way that has never been matched, to school and the luxury of ivory towers to New York and a sense of transition, everything seems as though it has happened to someone else, and I feel as though I am suspended outside myself, waiting in chrysalis for the next, and hopefully final, transformation.