20th April:
On a bad day, you feel that you are no more than a piece of meat and all your possessions are just bits of plastic and metal.
A day is, by its very nature, a limited and finite period of time. Life in miniature. Each day we follow a curve and, at the end of the day, reflect on its theme, however obvious or obscure. Here, I ruminate over these strands for your personal delectation.
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