The end of summer is depressing.
The days get shorter, leaves get less green, water gets colder….
Sometimes, it just feels like someone is pulling the rug from underneath your feet..
Not with a fast whip, but so imperceptibly slowly, that you dont feel it at all.
I cant seem to stand fools gladly these days. Ofcourse, “fools”, judged to be so by my own standards and “stand” = can’t wait to run out on them.
Is this what is called being snooty? high-handed? maybe difficult?
Or solitary, a loner, a recluse.. a misanthrope…
My earworm – the haunting ‘Inertia Creeps’ by Massive Attack.
Should I be worried?