I'm Bored

(10:16-PM 5th of Noctiluna 237th Year)

"The wind blew," maybe entertainment is near, after all, they say the greatest entertainment comes from indulging in nature, but it didn't last, I'm bored again.

The wind didn't cure my boredom, it went in a passing moment, it was fleeting, short, a rush of dopamine that rewarded me by stimulating my curiosity.

A glance was all it took, I could see it all, a youth, two youths, the first lost to habit, a familiar and comfortable routine he dares not question, "there has to be more," I tell myself, but why bother, it's boring, bland like a pill leaving a bitter taste in one's mouth.

"How did I get here again?" I ask myself. "Why am I in rags?" I ask again, I smell, I reek, the stench of alcohol intertwined with my breath, but I don't remember, I don't recall.