The benefits of detachment from all other humans in the apartment laid themselves bare to me this evening. The moment I had thundered into the flat, my clothes were no more; I had stripped to my socks and treated myself to a clementine.
Yes, there are those who call me eccentric. I prefer the term cerebrally heteromorphic.
It's not as if anybody can see me. Or hear me, for that matter. I decided to watch a film with the volume turned up to the fullest setting. And I left my door open. It felt...liberating. I am free!
Still a splash of wine in the bottom of the bottle. May as well polish it off. No harm done.
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