The Asphaltic Hell

7:00 am. I linger between heavy dreaming and the suffocating air around me that makes me choke and imposes a forced wake-up on me. The fan that has been left on for so many days now it seems built in the furniture of the room gives out a faint wave of air. Hot air. All around me, as I slowly came back to senses is nothing but heat, sweat and violent hot metal sunrays.

7:30 am. I shower. And I am so filled with unjustified anger, I feel like screaming in anger but my voice has no power to express the feelings inside. I think and feel with my whole body: I hate! The house, the heat, the immovable air. I feel possessed by all strange demons inside me that have been brought back to life by my temporary incapacity to be a rational human being. The heat envelops my body and presses it against itself, it’s turning it inwards.

8:00 am. I dress up. Between the anger and the leftovers of heavy dreaming, between the exhaustion and the incipient dementia. I feel abandoned and betrayed. My house, the safe, all-protecting cave has failed me terribly this time. And I feel as if I shall never be able to get over it. The heat monster is devouring me slowly from inside and my house is its ally against me.

7:00 pm. Leave office late. I feel like I have turned the faith of the battle by closing myself within AConned premises throughout the day. One step outside in the asphaltic hell and I know I was wrong! The whole city cries in anger and frustration. Voiceless, devoid of power of expression. But you can feel its deep wounds, its soundless suffering and its near-faint tiredness after days of heat-inflicted insomnia. The sun is still, merciless and punishingly hot up in the steel sky. No clouds! No breathing air. And two and a half more hours to go till the torturer goes to sleep...

I feel exhausted. And possessed. And in pain, suffering for sins that all humankind has committed for years against the earth, assuming that they shall never come back at us...

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