try again later

sunny, a clear sky with fluffy little clouds, the rumble of traffic. Earlier on there was the sound of revellers returning home. And there are bells and traffic. Sounds.
And still that eternal hiss on the right hand side of the head.
Tomorrow will be another day at work

Today is a day to go out on a walk
to leave this house of eternal indecision

There is only immobility and indecision now
This is all going nowhere.
Nowhere at all.

try again later