I tried to tell about simple things, but I found myself lost in a maze.

What happened today?

I asked to myself when I was about to write something to post.

It was hard to remember. Why can't I explain very well?

Was it because it's awkward to tell about fireflies again because I had told about it the day before yesterday?

Am I tired? I couldn't answer very well. Probably ... definitely I am, but I fear that somebody say to me "Again?" In some sense, my condition has been so improved that now I feel much less anxiety than a month ago. Yet, I also found that I'm not so full of energy that I can tell a lot about myself and my daily life.

I thought that it was always easy to tell easy, simple, trivial things. For example the things I saw since I left my workplace until I arrive home. About the train, about the station, and about passengers, ads, and after I left the station every stair I take, and telephone poles, roses in the garden of a house on the way, the kittens, and the cars I like to see missing now. If I explained them all, it would take a lot of time and it wouldn't be trivial work at least in that it would take a lot of time. Still If I could, I would be able tell about me little.

In this way of thinking, besides I've already been tired, I lost myself in a maze of thinking.

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