God, these days are coming up waaaay to fast and therefore leaving even faster. I am gonna have to stop calling them by their name. Instead, I might opt for calling them "Henry" or "Susan" something like that. "Wow, it's Henry again. Were you not here just last week?" Or "ah, Susan. Nice to see you."  Have a nice S&S.

"Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that is waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. There's nothing like it! When I got back to the Laugh Calvin, the night clerk, despite my greeting, neglected to say good evening the way they do at home. But his contempt didn't mean a thing to me anymore. An intense inner life suffices to itself; it can melt an icepack that has been building up for twenty years. That's a fact."

Louis-Ferdinand Celine (1894-1961) from Journey to the End of the Night (1932)