Monday, 26 December 2016

regular boxing day

It is late and time to get up, there is no plan for the day, there is no need to go to work, there is nothing specific to be done. Other than cleaning up, yet again.
Alone in the flat, all are asleep. It is nine in the morning now.

The clocks say that too, the repaired clocks.
There is a computer hissing in the corner, running hot.
The son left that one one, perhaps playing game with his friends.
Computer litter.
They are everywhere, they can be had for free once they are a little bit older.
They are cheaper.

Take off the mask, pet the cat, go to the bathroom
These things are regular occurences.

Make coffee
The grey feeling in the head matched by the weather outside.

since awakening it has lightened outside
from black to grey.

the hissing computer is silenced
the hissing in the mind goes on.

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