the mind is adrift, it is Sunday.
Unclear, not able to concentrate.
Purely and simply reacting to the slow stimuli from the the surroundings.
The cat that jumps onto a chair.
The son doing technical things to his machinery.
He woke up early, turned on all the lights.
and left them on.
Sit here with a cup of coffee, relax to the sound of the radio.
It is midday, and the only light is from the occluded sky shining in through the big windows.
Unclear, not able to concentrate.
Purely and simply reacting to the slow stimuli from the the surroundings.
The cat that jumps onto a chair.
The son doing technical things to his machinery.
He woke up early, turned on all the lights.
and left them on.
Sit here with a cup of coffee, relax to the sound of the radio.
It is midday, and the only light is from the occluded sky shining in through the big windows.
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