No longer one, but not yet another either, I’m stuck in a limbo
where, one by one, the little things of everyday life lose their relevance.
How come, you may ask? It’s quite simple, really. One day, one stays
too late into the night to take a shower, and being a creature of habit,
the next thing one knows, one’s not taking it at all for a week or two.
The same goes for everything else.
And the remoteness of the modern world makes it awfully simple,
because once you take yourself out of the social equation,
such things become basically inconsequential, so why even bother?
But the real problem begins when negligence in trivia spills over
into more fundamental matters. And once a feedback loop fires up,
you are doomed. So better remember about your shower,
or dirty dishes in the sink, or whatever it is you decided to skip
before it all spirals out of control. Mould in a cup with leftover
coffee grounds is one thing, but a debt collector on the doorstep
is a different story entirely.
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