It was a last minute decision to come here. It’s okay. Spacious, screens. There’s a commotion about a group of young people. They’re arguing. That happens in groups of people, which is why I don’t function in them, or engage in situations with multiple people. The mixed race man with check trousers is here, not unattractive. A long haired student type too. Alone.
I came here by river, two nice sailors. It feels like a very civilised way of travelling, slightly displaced from the city and the world. A place of quiet secrecy. I may look into doing it regularly with a scooter for the downriver to home stretch. I should look at costs and times. I have before but my memory is not good now.
I feel flat, numb, now. The shop yesterday felt awkward. Busy, complicated. New manager flapping, not achieving anything. I have to tell myself not to care, to detach myself. It’s hard though. I need to learn to use time to relax, to restore energy. I still think I have scurvy. I’ll have to buy vitamin supplements on the way home, and a cauliflower. I have little enthusiasm for going to work next week.