An utterly futile day, filled with unproductive woes.
Each activity suspended in an unsure bubble of hope. Solace is just a few eternities away (wishful thinking)
The weather doesn't help. A tropical rainforest would be far more pleasant. The temperature's not even 30°C, but the humidity is desperately high. Feels like I'm wading through a pond, each time I step out of the house against my better judgement.
Clothes glue themselves to limbs, hair stays matted like a sorry mesh of tattered net, and sweat begins beading every segment of your just showered and perfumed skin just moments after you've dressed yourself.
Not a drop of air to comfort. Clammy humidity, to the point of suffocation.
I've made best friends with my dehumidifier.
It's come to a point when you'd take off your shoes and see your face melted right into your socks.
Right, time to immerse in unfinished projects at me casa.
Finished 'In cold blood' last night, and picking up another book next.
Soon..
Each activity suspended in an unsure bubble of hope. Solace is just a few eternities away (wishful thinking)
The weather doesn't help. A tropical rainforest would be far more pleasant. The temperature's not even 30°C, but the humidity is desperately high. Feels like I'm wading through a pond, each time I step out of the house against my better judgement.
Clothes glue themselves to limbs, hair stays matted like a sorry mesh of tattered net, and sweat begins beading every segment of your just showered and perfumed skin just moments after you've dressed yourself.
Not a drop of air to comfort. Clammy humidity, to the point of suffocation.
I've made best friends with my dehumidifier.
It's come to a point when you'd take off your shoes and see your face melted right into your socks.
Right, time to immerse in unfinished projects at me casa.
Finished 'In cold blood' last night, and picking up another book next.
Soon..
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