Well, after almost a week of being caged (which isn't that I care much, I'm a bore and a fish and there's nothing on the street that attracts me in the slightest) I'm, to put it mildly, up to my eyeballs.
And not because to go buy bread and milk you have to dress like a surgeon, or that at eight o'clock without fail every day the neighbors start singing (before it was only clapping, now you have to put out the bluetooth speaker you bought at the Chinese store, which sounds like a can but comes with lots of little lights and that's what counts)... but because one starts to think strange things.
Those kinds of things that debunkers like to use to put you in your place with official data, but which now strike me as acts of faith... and I hope I don't offend anyone and I take the risk of looking like a jerk, but the feeling that something doesn't add up in this matter surpasses my logical part.
Anyway, if I end up with the little dignity I had left because of these words, I'll blame it on the isolation and that it's four thirty in the morning, so the brain can only think of nonsense.... look, a three-headed monkey!