Rambling along - A bit depressed

I should point out that this month - ramblings - are just that; ramblings from my mind over the last two months (July and August) and do not necessarily represent me today. But they do constitute in their own way a part of The Archives. This is explained, i think, here.

Didn’t get up, didn’t get out of bed…

What’s the point?

Didn’t drag a comb across my head..

It’s all falling out anyway.

Like teeth.

And hope.

There is no downstairs, only one cup and an empty flat…

That’s depression..

So…

Got up

Got out of bed…

Wrote this.

Looking up I noticed it was 9.15.

9.16.

9.17.

Ate a plum.

Where is home?