It was one of those days to forget. He had already got up tired and unwilling to work. He even dressed at the last minute
to avoid bathing so he could sleep a little longer. Which he could not do either. He had been sleeping badly at night for days. He kept thinking about her about how he let her go
without a fight,without answering, without telling her what he really felt for her. That day he got into the car and drove off,
wandering, aimlessly, without a clear direction, without conviction. Lost in his thoughts, in his regrets, in his guilt. When the car suddenly stopped. The fuel light had been flashing, monotonous, intermittent, ignored. He put the car aside and without saying a word, got out, closed it,
left it and started walking. The road marked by artificial lights, every fifty meters,
interrupting the darkness of the night with a numbness that bothers. Alone and in silence the night gradually, slowly, sneakily, devoured him.