The difficulties I have had during this week are, as the Spanish say, que no vienen a cuento. Nobody cares, neither do I. I've learnt, and that's something. I have tried, no, I have been living this week without spending a penny on my nourishment. And here I am. I am really angry, though. About wasting food, about dependency, about political lies. I have been reading nietzsche, sure, again these days. It curiously comforts me. I am working on a post about him. I do understand.