Tuesday: Despair
Wednesday: Conflict
Thursday: Weariness
Friday: Coma
Saturday: Recovery
Sunday: Dread
Monday: Stress...
One safe islands are the lunchtimes I spend writing in this beautiful place:
On good days, one can see the channel islands, on and the sun’s glitter spread on the ocean. Below, the world goes on in its frantic activity. They look like multicolored mice from here. Everything is silent, and we are suspended above the sphere of the real.
2 comments:
as far as I can see, today you are in coma so I don't think you'll be able to read this. anyway, I like your romantic description of your window view..and of the coloured mice.
P.S. I'd suggest a Brunello to cheer you up
Thank you, and my Brunello reserves are up to par :)
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