easy

my housemates are both leaving for Europe soon. I knew about one but the other decided this week. the house will be empty, just me and the ghost. I’ll not know what to do with all the space and silence. my impulse reaction to the news was to find a flight for tomorrow evening.

the work day runs like water down the drain. I am productive and this means more tasks. I forget the world beyond my desk and the sun sets behind my neighbours house. another one. I’ll leave the house for dinner and come back to sleep and do it all over again.

in the Middle East my taxes are still being used to bomb children, though in more places now. I try to make time to read the facts and figures at the very least. the comfortable monotony numbs my response. I am scared of the apathy that is so easy to wear.