Every day.

That's the thing about me - Enjoyment. I am enjoying all sorts of sensations. I am in a taxi, we go past a hopsital. "My dad's in there." Says the driver. "How is he doing?" I ask."He's dying." He says. I sit in silence for five minutes as his dad is dying. "That's my old school." He says. Later that evening I am sitting listening to the sounds of my flat when I experience a moment of mania and rake five flakes of skin from my hand. The skin is dead. It's too late for hospital for the poor little flakes. There is a light coming from my window which highlights the circular handle of my fridge. My television is a light source also. I receive a phone call and speak. My life lacks direction. I need direction now please.