I woke up climbing for that hour more light than we added yesterday. It's 9.37. I don't know if too late or maybe something soon. I advanced the needles live, at two in the morning, aware that time does not exist but happy with the stubborn spectacle of my watch. Now I verify that I have spent about 40 years of my existence living this moment with insane frivolity. Changing the time is fascinating. Seventeenth day of confinement. Still lying down I look at the closet. White. Made of good wood. With
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