‘Til. Kingdom Come.
28. August 2007
Greece burns. And I’m waiting for the next rainfall, which will come in the next few hours. That’s a strange world we are living in, isn’t it?
The second coffee, the second cigarette, the second day of the week. Why do I know that senseless facts? Don’t know. Life’s just boring. I’m waiting for midday, waiting for the late afternoon. Looking for my bed, my meat, my dreams, the weekend. I’m total clueless.
But although my community service is so boring and drowsy, I was able to read four books in the last three weeks. The last one, an English play, was Lady Windermere’s Fan, written by Oscar Wilde. Till the end of April 2k8 I should have read all the rest of my books. By the way, it seems that I like the first chapter of my own book, which I write.
Well, maybe you’ve already recognized that I’ve no itsy-bitsy idea of what I should write here …
