Monday, September 16
Shower room, 18:20
I have no plans to take a shower at the moment but I do notice the pink rose when I go to see if I should do some ironing. I will find two t-shirts and one lungi, and decide to leave them for another evening.
I can’t call the pink rose a sponge so I look at it, undure how to classify it.
In a few moments I will watch the sky changing every five minutes. Sunshine will sit outside refusing to come in.