How did we get

Dordrecht, that’s where we went together. I’d never thought about visiting. Before I met Baibua, I hadn’t really even visited Amsterdam; I simply never had a reason to. She’s a reason for a lot of things. It’s come at a cost, however; I waste less time on the things I used to believe were the meaning of life -- art is one of those things. But good art has never been measured by quantity, and I feel like I’m doing something more interesting in a million different ways than I’ve ever done before. However, I can’t trust my feelings: I’ve always felt like I was at the pinnacle of greatness and that I’m the best artist in history. And I mean that literally. Feelings are so hard for me to get, which, in part, in combination with my (social) anxiety and shy nature in general, meant I had never seriously looked for love. At some point, one of the feelings I didn’t fully get got to me, and I wanted to explore it. Apparently, I was ready to fall in love. Luckily for me, I think Baibua was too, and here we are. Traveling to Dordrecht itself was never that surprising. It’s the fact that it’s with her -- that we wanted to go to Den Haag, but because all those trains were cancelled, we took this one instead -- and that she’s made me see more of this country than I may have ever had; these are the things keeping my brain busy.