[Dated June 2016] I met somebody at work today. There was something about his eyes that rang hollow like the kind of expression I imagine people see me to have. It’s not often that I see that look in people – there’s usually just that standard manufactured glaze that digs really deep inside me, realising how inevitable everything really is.
I was surprised by the weather. I don't know why, it being the vague start of summer and all, but you never know in England. I was sitting in the sun, smoking a rollup, listening to 'Major Leagues' by Pavement (from their final album, 1999's Terror Twilight), and drinking a can of Sprite.
[Dated October 2015 and July 2016] Drawing near to the end now. I’m ready for it. I think. Been waiting for them to come for me for a while now. It’s a nice room – not too cold, not too warm. Full air conditioning, what a rarity – and it’s quiet for miles around.