Today, I fought long and hard with this terrible computer program. It was dumb. I lost all patience then Ilost all patience again. Then I went to an exercise class after a two year abstencia, and I sweated an enormous amount. I was sweating before I got on the stationary bike.

What are these days like really?

When we spend the day in something tedious, unpleasant and hard. Topics that doesn´t deserve literary words, poetry. Wait, or maybe they do.

Topics In which we are just a person living the life of a regular person. In which we make ourselves go to the gym, format a document for too long, and spend hours on an online class outside of work. Days we don´t care necessarily to remember. Their main attribute is that we showed up. Days that don´t bother to ask of our best selves, and no worlds have been set afire. I wanted each day to be magnetic, poetic, and grand.

I want to be the artist but instead I observed lab observations, formatted a document, rode in a mototaxi, and went to the gym. I washed dishes twenty five times over and over on Sunday and caught up on some messages with a few friends. I was hot, and there are ants in my apartment.

Summary.