Today I had something to eat, it seemed like bread, but also seemed like it wasn't. Anyway, it disappeared as soon as it went into my mouth. Time is also good at hiding, in the blink of an eye it was afternoon, but it actually didn't go anywhere, it just ticked by quickly. I sat on the chair, and the chair didn't say anything; it might be used to bearing all sorts of people and all sorts of daydreaming. There was wind outside the window, it blew twice and then stopped, like it changed its mind halfway through greeting. I also yawned, not because I was sleepy, just because my mouth suddenly wanted to move. That's it, I won't say more; if I say too much, it will become heavy again.