Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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it is a broken world

It is in the flow of history 5:45 PM Sunday night. Outside this evening it is raining. Rain drops are smashing again the window on my right. When I look out our right window I see across the way a neighbor's house and a large green backyard. I can see many trees from our right window. The city of Holland where we are living out our existence is a city of trees. Sad to write the city has been cutting down its trees more and more of the years. I can see Holland being treeless in a hundred years.

I had another super quiet day. I took a nap from 1 o'clock PM till 4 o'clock PM. I think I have been fighting off a cold. I feel slightly sick to my stomach and find myself feeling extremely tired these days.

Today I have been mainly reading "Quicksands: A Memoir" by Sybille Bedford.

The week ahead for me looks barren of any meaningful activity, which is cool with me. I am content going nowhere or doing anything. I am waiting it out in my cell. I have eternity stretching before me in all its divine beauty.

Well I suppose I will close to wait to go to bed. There is nothing on TV worth watching these days. I will read my books and go to bed early. Existence keeps decaying.

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