Another equal day...

In the morning, red eyes and a headache that accompanies him daily, product of the long hours awake in front of the laptop, scaring the crows from his plants every 4 hours, in a methodical way, setting the alarm on his cell phone to it.

Looking at his phone, we examine that he has 5 or 6 different alarms, with a countdown timer system:

• 6 hours DINNER

• 5 hours Rising Star

• 4 Hours Cuervos PVU

• 5 Hours the water arrives (carry water at home)

• 3 hours watering plants at home and at PVU

The days went by like that, empty and drying up like an automaton. Between the spaces, I talked with some contacts by WhatsApp and discord with some streamers, while in its surroundings a vehicle was heard shouting information about that Mayor X had a vaccination post against the coronavirus near your house, which is the best mayor of miranda, etc. Another element that contributes to nurturing that feeling of leading a miserable life, part of the techniques used by those who manage power to continue controlling our lives. After those WhatsApp and discord spaces, maybe watch a series on Netflix, take a walk through noise.cash, Facebook or some other social network to read and post something, find out how things are going, and close the cycle.

Every day the same thing is repeated more or less in the same order.

The man felt that he had lost his purpose in life, lonely of his own free will, since it is very difficult to find someone who accepts and tolerates the vicissitudes of such a complex mind and eccentric behavior, it is best to walk independently, not to search what has never been ours. If he arrives, good, and if not, good too.

"Meanwhile, we breathe and make an attempt to write," he said to himself to give himself encouragement, and so the days passed, knowing what his end would be, dying in a bed in a room alone, and the days when the body juices If they left and the putridity became evident, the firefighters would enter his home to remove the body to take it to a common grave, since he lacked family members and loved ones. And his properties would be auctioned by the government to a higher bidder, that apartment would be closed for about 3 years, carrying dust, and surely his ghost would remain there floating, to be able to torment the neighbors who did not let him sleep for so many years, and make terrifying noises at dawn. He had in mind being a terrifying ghost, when in reality he was already quite a terrifying person in life, ironies of existence actually.

The subject did not matter to anyone, and he did not want the pity of anyone, he just wanted to end this nightmare, because this was not life, it was anything else. And he was already exhausted from all this.

He remembered the situation of the street beggar who was his friend (who by the way was also betrayed by him, from there he stopped having faith in the world) and who threw himself into abandonment in a dark neighborhood, ordering him to buy drugs from someone from the area, he didn't really want to go, but he was already obstinate about living on the street; And since he had already exhausted all the good wills of neighbors and people who supported him for years with food, money, and etc, people already knew that they could not be given anything because 1 package of rice was exchanged for 1 or 2 stones of crack to smoke them and get all crazy .... People no longer allowed that, no longer, and since he did not want to work or be in any recovery program, he threw himself into abandonment. He ended up with a beating and a shot in the face, but he ended his life, that's what he wanted, too many years of accumulated pain and for him working was not a solution, he was a 53-year-old man already tired and consumed by so many blows in life.

He was the same age as me ... and maybe I'll suffer the same fate.

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This is called "Chronicles of a NON-LIFE", or how to become a perfect zombie in a few steps, easily and effectively.

This writing is not to seek support, it is not a complaint, it is not a request for help, it is not a request for advice, much less I want pity from anyone, and I will not listen to a long list of people telling me thousands of things that already I know: I know what to do, I am a very busy man in life. I warn you because I know where this particular issue is going to go, you love morbid, gossip, show business. Well here they have enough for you to have fun, go, gossip, enjoy it.

This is simply my literary escape, showing how life looks from another side of the writings that you enjoy, because behind each of these texts, there is a difficulty proportional to the brilliance of each story.

That's how things are, and that's how I advance from Saturday to Sunday with this fragment of my life, which I call "Another equal day."