I tilt my head back, look to the side, drop one drop in one eye, drop another drop in the other eye, go high, less oxygen in my brain. Mmm, see why conjunctivitis is left on earth? First Naaxia. Fifteen minutes later Maxidex. The later sounds like a dictionary. The first like a promised land. The truth is neither and I have to carry them little bottles around in a plastic bag for fear of missing my treatment schedule.
The wind is blowing furiously. I am somehow under the impression my balcony is going to fall out.
Paid my due taxes yesterday. There was this lady, old, freshly out of the moth-balls, not too many teeth left, those still around brown with decay. There was a mix about her, sadness, inability to understand her money is out of use since twenty years ago or more, kept on going about her problem and the clerk obviously was interested not in the least, a bit of frustrated anger, a bit of decrepitude with age. I paid her telephone bill and didn't feel any better afterwards.
There was a sun eclipse yesterday, Bucharest in a sort of darkness, it looked like a cloudy day. I remember abandoning my tent at the seaside just to come in Bucharest to see my then love and the last eclipse of the last century. Gone are the days. And I am cured of stupidity, mainly. At least that is what I think now. Who knows?
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