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‘Write About What You Know.’ — All I Know Is Monotony

Here’s your share of it

Scollurio
4 min readJul 17, 2024

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I get up, way too early, because I have to piss, even though I purposely didn’t drink anything the past couple of hours before my (way too late) bedtime.

Then I can’t get back to sleep, because it’s so hot under a 1970’s metal roof. I thrash around, sweating, probably watch an hour or two of stupid Youtube shorts, which keep repeating themselves, because I have already seen them all.

Then I get up, after about four to five hours of bad sleep, brush my teeth and get to work. It’s my home-office just across my bedroom, two steps and I am at work, wearing nothing but the sweaty shorts that I slept in. I try to hydrate, because with sweating and pissing and not drinking for hours I’m pretty much “out of fuel”. I drink eagerly. Warm, stale water from a plastic bottle that has been sitting there for days.

“Stale.” — the taste of my life.

Then I make some coffee. I finally caved after a decade of telling people how shitty Nespresso capsule machines are for the environment. But the coffee is good. I never was a huge coffee drinker. Now it’s two or three a day. Sometimes it’s ten. There are compostable coffee capsules, I got those. For my consciousness. But the coffee in them tastes ass.

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Scollurio
Scollurio

Written by Scollurio

Hailing from Austria, a self-employed graphics designer and writer since 2009. Loves long walks in the forest, rain, thoughtful solitude and silly raccoons.