Sometimes I feel so exhausted, I can sleep 12 hours at night and three hours the next day as if something took all of my energy, I have no will nor desire to do anything, I am empty, I am a biomass, I am nothing and nobody. Meanwhile, there’s in my head the whole list of things to do but I’m too weak to make a single simple step – to open an already created document, to write a few sentences; to search for new job positions; or at least to write memories about something dear and bright. All things became heavy, the rhythm of life is suspended, and perhaps I should learn to follow the flow.
Though, it’s easy to take entropy and self-destruction for a moment – or period – of recovery.
For those who’s eager to go to the ocean, here it is, the ocean I saw last November.
How to survive in Paris 