It is Sunday, hm

It is middle of the day, life goes up… regardless of circumstances… far, far away from the mad crowd.

I’ve talked to someone, empty words spoken in a language mutual. Outside is windy, a sky somehow almost empty just a bunch of clouds and a powerful Sun.

I like some potatoes with some fry eggs and some salt and nice paper along side with an onion sliced in 4. I eat and then I say to enter the world of tik tok. Hm…