Nothing happens to me (c)

[toi]

Actually many things happen. And keep happening. Many important and challenging things that I do not give a damn about. I'm not disappointed or irritated about flow of events in my life. The problem is that I really do not have any emotion for them. And it's worse than nothing at all, 'cos in that case you can go and try to make things happen. Not a chance here. Even the oncoming operation - something I'm fairly sure I should care about however minor it's supposed to be - do exist in the list of everyday chores between "visit dentist" and "do laundry".

Spring dissapeared in hectic rush of events and faces, summer melted away with sun and laziness. Maybe autumn is time for apathy and stillness. But I really miss fever.