Killing time through exhaustion

Killing time - staring at the yellow walls. It's strangely quiet in here. Unusually, no noise from the buses outside. I can hear the birds. They are quite loud. I pretend I am somewhere where there is nothing but birdsong to listen to. All day. For one day. No plans, no deadlines, other than good ones. I don't have to go anywhere where I don't want to be. I don't want to talk to people that I don't want to talk to. I just need some time off.

I am exhausted and I am bored.

Smoking Bankside/collage