As my head keeps banging , I wonder who that idiot was who decided it was a brilliant idea to go and live on an island. A place where, by all the gods in the world, no one would want to be,cut off from civilisation, a way to flee.

The place where not even a pelican would want to be. Was it a coincidence, or a swarm of mosquitoes shaped like a pelican pointing into the direction of the promised land where only fireflies love to be? Who will eat them?

How all those mosquitoes breed. The watertanks, small containers lined up, for sure it makes it easier for them.

They should be killed, like all the flies, no matter the species, clean up, search in every corner 24/7.
Already one is a burden, at least 100,000 are needed
To die

Even with the window closed, I still feel the cold and smell the damp, mouldy environment sureounding my bed. The draught is fierce and makes my ears ache. My feet are frozen and I long for a little more time in bed, just to close my eyes and rest, to sleep innocent, peacefully …

all on my own.

And since the voice in my head is never quiet, repeats every single word, Unravels the unspoken, and can’t be silenced (it has discussed nearly every topic of thevages) to focus on breathing.

Parcels that take centuries to arrive, seem to vanish into thin air (no drone can be blamed) or is it the reason humidity? There’s no way to track and trace.

And whilst the water carries me, I can’t stop thinking, can’t silence the voice, waiting
no, hoping
for a car
to sweep me away into the afterlife...
O I catch the train.

There’s no one left, no reason to get out of bed.