It's a sweltering 33 degrees Centigrade outside and the airconditioner hums ineffectually, doing little to alleviate the growing heat, beads of sweat trickle down the bridge of his nose accumulating at the tip in an impressive droplet... the city seethes and gives off the vibe of madness barely contained. Meanwhile an eminent politician has been killed, nightmares have struck the congenitally blind, and you, dear Lily, must be en route to the land down under to commune with aborigines and learn the ways of the earth.
The more debilitating questions plague me during reflective moments and I am compelled to find answers, or forge them...
At times everything seems farcical; life becomes a parody prolonged out of nothing but weakness. Othertimes, I laugh.
I hope you're doing well.
Our chats are missed, and work has become that much more tedious.
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