Soooooosleeeepeeehbutmungimustpostmustpost

As the room has rapidly emptied, all I have left is a chair that I sit on right in the middle of the room, directly under the fan. I sat facing the window this morning, looking out, and, voila.

Texture, texture and movement, movement. The sheer curtain blowing in the light morning breeze, and the plants outside through the meshed mosquito net gives it an almost painting-ish/sketchy look. Ok, no more words. Brain shutdown.

zzzzzzzzzz.

manana.