Attributed, not confirmed.

Walking, sitting and waiting. Laughing about yourself. Influenced by the environment, saved by it, deformed by it. Why is a breeze refreshing one day and terribly inconvenient the next?

Struggling with a basic task, you question your own capabilities. Then you laugh because you remember, it is alcohol-induced. The ramblings of last night come up like burps.

“Idiotic, at best.”, you say to yourself. The coffee is mocking you, it only accelerates rushes of last nights consequences in your body. Truly, you remain, idiotic.

Taking it easy, lightness comes over you. Finding comfort in the realisation that you will be idiotic, again. So there’s only one solution, you think. Put on the sunglasses, hope there will be some sun. Press play on that button. But rest assured, you will be, once more, idiotic. I will be there to assist, equally idiotic, equally comforting in the very thought that we will repeat this.