I have realized how futile and monotonous life is. But it is all i have to keep myself entertained. My window is a door for my mind. I am constantly passing through it with my conciousness. Nothing ever happens on my street. Ever.
The sky is seemingly dead from this view.
......still haven't posted any cello playing.
Apparently i'm also suffering from insomnia. I'll keep my few to zero readers posted on that.
Haven't slept for two days. Haven't had hallucinations yet, but it is expected.
