We are just sitting here, doing nothing, mainly because there are things we should do but that we don’t want to do, so we are enjoying doing nothing and pretending we have no responsibility. I wish time could stand still and we could lie here forever you and I because then I will never do the things I have to do and I will be able to enjoy this quiet moment with you forever. But then I realise I am asking time to go on without me, and that I just be left in this room, and that is a very sad thought because then I would be like those vecks who get walled up to die of starvation, while the world goes on without them, and they are forgotten, and nobody really knows if they are alive or dead, like Schrodinger’s cat, and even though the thought doesn’t inspire me to sit up and do what I have to do, I am filled with such utter sadness that the moment of contentment is spoilt with the tinge of sadness, and I wonder; will I ever be able to enjoy my moments with you, or will I always feel I am dead, and can I ever relax, or will I always be like Schrodinger’s cat who nobody is sure if he is alive or dead?