Dull, duller, dullest

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of an insomnia and stagger into the kitchen for a smoke, a hot milk or both, in the hope to get sleepier, go back to bed and just stop my thoughts. Lately the new office’s white light in the opposite building is too often left on all night long, which is bothering me on many levels particularly at such moments. I always loved the dark silence across the window, and I can’t believe people are just not giving a shit about energy because either they’re filthy rich or not the ones paying the bills. The impossibility of nothingness is making me go back to the net and watch crap or something, but not falling asleep for sure. I wonder if this is also my new aversion to city life manifesting, or if I am, moreover, simply not enjoying gentrification at all. I really don’t mind about regular people minding their own businesses at their homes with whatever lighting of their choosing. I even like its company.

It certainly annoys me to always be the one communicating instead of just bitching about it among four walls, but I am nonetheless planning to write an instructive placard on how to split the trash: apparently there are also new neighbors in this building not aware of the fact that delivery paper bags full of plastic and leftovers don’t belong in the blue container. Among other stupidities trash related… The more consumerist and richer they come, the duller it gets for us all in here.