This post is written for yesterday, the day that went on until today in the early morning, the artist and his friend leaving this sorry mass of drink sodden party goer back home. It was a lovely evening, that was true.
A party for two couples and an outsider on the second longest day of the year.
Yesterday was spent feeling unwell, there was nothing that could be done using the failing concentration of the mind and the constant drone in the head.These things are hard to describe, and complaining about them is one way to turn into a self-pitying nuisance. It was pleasant of the artist and his friend, the pretty teacher, to collect the photographer from his shop.
There was much talk about politics and morals. It is never easy to join conversations like that from the viewpoint of a non-academician.
So stay silent
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