0625. The skies have been grumbling all night. I stay bedridden much through it, as if anticipating a flood, but really just bring lazy. Read some, snacked some, tea drank some, farewell some, and some delving into the optical properties of aerosols and clouds, and just some more doing this -scribing. The wetness of all existence outside this room of mine bewilders me. People are out there, not too afraid of getting muddy despite the water choked streets of a city not so popular coz of its drainage systems. I'll be going nowhere, but only 10600 miles away into an imaginary future that nay cometh true for any beeds.
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