I am too old and tired especially by nineish, ten, at nights. I go through days and nights like a zombie, struggling to keep alive-awake.
My usual anaesthesia does not alleviate: Books, despite being yummy, are momentary. Beer is out of the question because I am sick. Hey, that's right. I am sick, hence I should be resting. But life goes on, and (too much) medical leave makes me feel useless. And life goes on.
- It is like being in a crowd, feeling claustrophobic, yet not wanting to be alone without being shrouded by other people. And the crowd moves on, with you in it.
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