In fact, any time of the day can turn your life completely upside down. Lately, I have come to dislike the day’s afternoons the most. The majority of recent unpleasant events which have taken place, happened around 4 and 5 pm. Sheer coincidence during a gloomy phase, or is there greater meaning behind it? Doubtful so, meaning is a relative word in this sense. There is no bewildering meaning when people you love die or leave you. They just do, just go and leave, and that is just so. I am so drained emotionally, I couldn’t care less to care. My tear supplies have run out of their weekly stock allowances and my head changes channels entirely by itself, without my conscious control. My inner voice has spoken out loudly and my mind and soul reacts accordingly. I am cold, distant and emotionless. Drinking coke at this very moment in time and typing up the most meaningless text, allows me to feel content and productive. I find sense in senseless business, while, at the same time, this utter senseless uselessness is an approximate investment into future works. Dullness in my very writing, and confusion in my formulations, make my senselessness sensible, and my words ambrosial. Thus, I am thankful for anyone who ever reads my work and who tries hard to follow a non-existent plot line. I am wishing you well (hint: double meaning for the people who broke my heart and left me on purpose). Amen. I’m not religious though…