A page in blank, a near deadline, the warm and humid nights because of the weather, an unrequited love (again), the cold breeze in a spring morning bed, the eternal waiting for a vital call, the distressing silence of an unpleasant company, the bitter side of the solitude… being sick.
What drives you mad and you don’t even realize?
Astonished anonymous. The flow of ideas from an attentive scatterbrained begins.
