Eventually, every event becomes a memory. Every memory becomes a number, only relevant in its irrelevance. Today is the 13th anniversary of my heart attack, a good reminder of the unpredictable nature of life. As a celebration of my rebirthday, I am taking time off from social media and even from communication apps such as Telegram.

After the year we had, one doesn’t need a reminder. Reflecting on the past thirteen years, the one change that makes me happy: I kicked my three-packs-a-day habit. This was the hardest thing I ever had to do. My last cigarette was a minute before I entered the emergency room.

December 27, 2020, San Francisco