to manage
a seven-day week during the dim period
to have a truck load
of tasks to be done but merely a handful of time
to understand that
there is not much to be understood
to stop, lay down
on the road and curse in a mixed language
to let all the lights
on for the neighbours to get to know you
to wake up before
the dawn only to open a window and listen the drone song of traffic
to answer a question
by asking what day or month is it
to play a monotone
tune of three notes for hours and hours
to feel the sour
freezing air in the nose on occasional sunny days
to wonder whether
the migratory birds in the sky are coming or going
to learn more in
order to realise that a library consists of too much knowledge for one lifetime
to practice tasks that
don’t leave traces for you to prove you have done something
to go for a walk
on a drizzly day, without a destination, slowly
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