Depressions are revolting, they leave you motionless and alone. Wake up, get up, resolve to start, and then that is all.
Why bother?
Bother because you want to stay alive and well.
The sleep catches up at eleven in the morning, after a walk about town. Now there is not much point in doing anything.
People are friendly, that is nice enough. But the streets are full of shouting strangers and struggling shoppers and children that scream. The man selling the sandwiches is friendly, but what is to be made of it all? The sounds of the voices are louder now, and they are everywhere.
A woman with tanned brown skin walks by, she is wearing black shorts and a black t shirt.
She has a German shepherd dog with her, he has brown fur on his legs and around his snout. Otherwise, he is black too.
A pretty couple.
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