Awake too early, it is five in the morning. The cat is happy, she follows, from bathroom to kitchen, rubs her back and head on all available legs and furniture corners, indicating her wishes that the refrigerator be opened. Feed the cat, make coffee.
Make a slice of toast with butter on the top, then a slice of lettuce from the fridge, that is all, that is fine.
A cup of coffee from the meanwhile warmed-up machine
and back to the computer, to see that yesterday is gone
unsaved, lost in the grey streams of imaginary data like an uncaught fish.
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