A thousand kilometers, one tooth less and a few days later.

I'm still here. These days the necessary things didn't let space or time to the important. Or is the necessary the same as the important? Maybe. Maybe not. Still confused, but going on. The trip that I've made was a good break. But still, there are things that aren't fixed yet. Or situations that are not working properly. Doubts to be cleared. Work that hasn't been done. Or work that wasn't supposed to be done. But what is to be done? Am I in the right place? I don't feel it. But where to go? What to do? That's the question.