I am enjoying seeing the schoolgirls with thick glasses who walk home slowly while reading novels.

I am enjoying commuting to work outside the city on the empty side of the motorway, against the opposing lanes of gridlocked cars to the soundtrack of radio narrating the congestion of each particular offramp.

But while I presently realize that I am chasing shadows, soon I shall fall under the spell again and wake in a thousand years a thousand miles away and my clothes will still be clean and pressed, just in time for me to roll over and die of old age.

The death metal has returned and I hope my flatmates do not mind.