night interspersed by the observation of the light falling in through the window.
reflected town lights, in the glass over the balcony,
otherwise darkness.
That was all that was to be seen for most of the night.
Light comes in from the dawn, it is later.
Sleep, dream mad things. Questioning, interrogation memories. The bastards make you feel more stupid than you are.
Light pouring in through the window. Bright.
Sound of son upsetting a wine bottle making coffee for the wife.
When does this state of luxurious misery
change?
end?
cannot go on for ever.
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