Today the tenant cleared her personal things out of her office on the ground floor. The office now has the desolate charm of an empty undecorated shop with a few computers standing around in it. That is all that is left. It is all unpleasant, and that is all there is to say about it.
The chat outside with her and her daughter was pleasant, and the son made some coffee and we all had a pleasant chat. The son talked about films and things, and the daughter let him be introduced to those running the cinema next to the local pub. So he has been entertained.
People walk by in the street, friends. Chat with them for a while. The son helps remove a wooden bar from the wall that had been holding up a decorative curtain.It all has the air of things coming to an end.
Go to the cafe, there is a favourite seat free. The surface is slow as usual, but this does not matter.
Slowly, despite the warm Sunday weather and despite the hum of insects trapped behind a window pane, depression sets in.
What is to be done about it? How can a system repair itself?
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