Its been a week which could only be described as lukewarm. Its one of those where everything once again seemed so. common? or ordered? like life has been when i was at school. the daily routines of waking up, doing work, resting, sleeping. and its kinda boring i guess. but in this boredom i guess there is a certain fixed satisfaction like lukewarm water brings. sure it may not have the electricity of cold water, or the tenacity of boiling water. but lukewarm is what i guess, humans, take best.
Just started some sort of 'artistic expression' in camp by drawing on the whiteboards. but unfortunately my first ventures into art was not well recieved and was critised as too gory and 'sick' as i drew a human skull with a hole on top of the skull with a flowing tap washing its brain out through the ears and ants crawling all over and inside the skull and somewhat to me aptly named, 'the armymen'.
nth much else.
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