KW 29/23

This week would have been more fruitful in a vegetative state. Pretty much everything sucked and sacked.
Among the obvious brittle hair, withered flesh, dull eye(s) the look in the mirror returned uplifting questions such as: What on earth am I doing here? Why am I still sitting in this dump of a city? Why is money always an issue (although I am virtually old enough to retire)? WTF is wrong with me? 
To top it all off I reviewed my old body of work, a.k.a. my life’s „achievements“resembling a waste disposal site. What I'd once considered genius had gone rotten and left me dumb-founded.
What the hell was I thinking? Who is ever going to be interested in this? Even puke appears more coherent. 
I felt the strong desire to set fire to everything but resisted. Why? I ain't got a clue...