Double duck

January the 15th, somewhere far away from my desk at home.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the voices. Peolpe talking all the time, asking or ordering you to do something, asking questions, demanding answers, asking your opinion, questioning on your opinions, or just some chitty-chat.

With time, one ends up praying for some time off every now and then.

In a day like this, I knew in every inch of my body that I would need it. But life gives no breaks. You have to take them yourself, or you eventually get crushed.

So that is what I did today. I disappeared for four or five hours, just so that my brain and ears could be silent, in peace.

When I came back, the world was still turning, the voices still shouting, the sky still above, the sea still blue.

An old habit that I won't let go easily, the disappearing act.

Nero.