[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Monday, January 18, 2021
A tough moment. Too much to accomplish in short time. No time for doing anything else but work. I'm trying to keep my commitment to walk for 5km a day, least, not to fall into a state of mental boredom.
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