Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.
Somehow the body keeps life going despite the ravaging negations of the mind.
Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.
A sure cure for boredom: fast until you are ravenous.
If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.