July 14, 2008
After making myself some bland coffee, I went for an hour-long walk through the area, weaving through the villa neighbourhoods and the green parks dotted about, until coming back to my own neighbourhood of apartment buildings and concrete slabs. The subway thundered by as my feet ached, blisters covering the soles of my feet, but I felt proud that I had at least done something with my own self. Aching muscles, a pounding head, and small wounds that bleed. I stretched out in bed after a soaking cold shower, my eyelids fluttered close, and I returned to the dreaming.