Indifference is my greatest failing. "To what?" you ask. I don't care, is my reply. "Listen, I'm serious," you say. Ignore me, I'm joking, I reply. But this is no argument, just the prelude to a fight.
Why get up? What for? There's nothing to do. Nothing that needs to be done. There are things that should be done, I am informed, by the voices. You'd think, in deference to my indifference, they'd shut up. Or at least stop poking me. I'm letting the side down, apparently.
I distrust them. The word "should" makes no sense to me in this Godless afternoon. And if I got up, what then? More of the same, if not worse. At least here in bed I am minimising my debts. Please send me money. Show time approaches. The Edinburgh festival is the biggest arts festival in the world. The World Cup of Art. Every show is the Final. Today I am Ronaldo. Mais demain? - Zidane!Reuse content