Breakfast, this is probably the highlight of the day. Those ten minutes eating the simple food that was prepared, alone and out of the way of any disturbance. Now it is simple enough to be content. And then the day starts without any knowledge of where it is going to. There is no joy in this, it is impossible to really justify doing anything when all of your needs are met. It is not that it is impossible to do things, but there is nobody to do them for. There is no team spirit, and nobody really cares
Having to find things to do. Not for reward from others, but things that are a reward on their own. It is strange when there is nobody to talk to, to discuss some project with. Clean the room, then watch it get dirtier again gradually, with cat hairs and dust and things. Arrange the equipment for work that will never come, or leave to take pictures that nobody will ever look at. It comes to mind that this may be just about things being pointless.
There is pleasure reading about politics, but nobody seems to understand the problem. Once food and other needs are dealt with what is a person to do if he is not part of the prevalent system? This system provides entertainment and conversation, duties and desires to be satisfied.
It is a lot of work to make all of this up on your own.
Apologies if this is a bit difficult, it will be necessary to read it again and make sense of it.
The meeting of the upper crust today was strange. The man who runs the gallery had been given a cultural prize by the town. It is rather strange, it is hard to see why. It was such a hot day, and now it is cooling of with an evening thunderstorm.
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