This is such a moment. when you again realise that half your life is flushed down the toilet. Two strawls in the park and all that’s left is the image of changing streets. They change faster than you can be a part of it; leaving you with a feeling of alienation.

The walks are too heavy and the stomach has a stone in it. Skipping meals seem a good idea; since nothing is digested well.

The happy moment of this morning has disappeared. I finally got time to write a book. The sisters Bronté,,,