Moody Notes : Virus, Death, and Recollection.
I invariantly jog along the same old path. The spot, winding abeam the sea front, is just perfect to let one's mind wander : marvelous landscape - the giant ramparts of the ancient volcano on the right, the furious flows of the Indian Ocean on the left - surrounded by the sunny bright sky and the muffled clatter of the shiny peebles rolling under the waves. I should change sometime... But, you know, those daily habits, which become more pervasive with the age, while the lookout for some novelties becomes less appealing... I sometimes wonder if I'm not turning into one of those decrepit-minded conservative guys... But I digress. J'empruntais invariablement le même parcours lorsque je partais courir. J'aurais certes pu en changer à l'occasion, mais cela restait là une de ces petites habitudes qui devenaient chaque jour plus prégnantes avec l'âge - la recherche de la nouveauté semblant toujours de moins en moins attrayante. À se demander si je ne me transformais fi...