It is thirty-seven minutes past five on the evening of the twenty fifth of April 2024, and it was a day spent running from the own invisible shadow. The shadow was invisible because the day was mostly grey. There was a sorry picture made of a woman in a white coat leading a tiny dog down the Neustadt. The picture was not really good, but what of it. There is n point in being upset, there are more pictures to be made at other times of different subjects.
The day was strange and strained, somehow no wish to go anywhere or to do anything. There are no dates.
The pills were collected yesterday, this was not a problem. The last pill from the old package was consumed this morning, and the package was duly thrown away.
The food was consumed in the Thai takeaway, but the place was so full that it was difficult to enjoy the good soup. This is sad, this is a shame. Upon returning home discover that everything is too cold, it is much as if the winter is bent on returning.
And the afternoon was spent in the cafe, drinking their coffee and enjoying their warmth and reading about the problems that American justice has with its ex president.
Read about the problems in Gaza, and fail to understand the world that will allow itself to be polarised by the arguments of one side or the other, building a nice clean line of good or evil, one side or another. A belief that one crowd is bad and the other good is hard to believe. The simple motifs of cruelty and pain will not suffice to decide between good and evil.
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