Cut yourself off from email from about 9am and gave the rest of the day over to reading for and drafting a paper for the management board.
Reading horror stories from the Horn of Africa on the newsite at lunchtime. Children dying in the famine. You’re eating a peach at the time, unthinkingly. It’s perfectly tender. Sweet orange and wet on the inside. Bolting it down so you can move onto the cheese sandwich.
Cycling home, legs heavy on the pedals like joints of meat.
far away, this
is the end