Things fall apart

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world." W.B.Yeats

I tried to jogg in preference to sleep, to sing instead of listening, to drink if thirsty, to search for windows surrounded by walls, to be on-line if ever out of touch; a sort of vacation.

I still run when I feel like hiding, let aside rules or proper clothing.

...si-mi place sa ma vad jucand freesbee.doar azi.

In alta ordine de idei, deja mi-e dor de vara; s-au ingalbenit copacii...oarecum.