Monday, May 7, 2018
Lost The Relief
The office building’s not so bad: only two lifts
permanently out of order, one with a Chinese
soundtrack obviously unwilling to function out-
side China, also the outsourcing process run
by an ignoramus requesting IT firms to quote
for doing translations - the sun late in rising -
But being at the seaside was so much better,
reading Agatha Christie and revelling in Miss
Marple’s thought processes, she never knew
a 104-year old scientist would request death
in Switzerland - or post-Lyrica patients would
lament inability to stop more victims from
Losing quality of life while suffering brain dys-
function for non-existent pain relief – I can’t
breathe; sitting here or falling asleep I simply
can’t breathe, fighting fatigue in this never-
ending routine of dealing with life as it is; I’ve
lost the relief of being able to hope & dream
[Van Wyk Louw Building called Sechaba House,
Pretoria, Monday 7 May 2018]
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