tell me a short story about some birds, please
It's been a while, but here's a story from when I first got into this blog (from May 5, 2012):
That morning I wake up at nine with a headache that only grows worse over the course of the day. I spend the day sitting in the car.
As the light begins to fade and the temperature drops, the headache becomes unbearable. I am forced to walk several blocks before I find a coffee place. I sip coffee for an hour and, while waiting for my dinner to arrive, take a couple of paracetamols for the headache. I also have a drink. I walk home and find a spot to sit outside, but I can't stay because the headache has begun to abate. This time I take a paracetamol (although it wasn't necessary) and walk back to my place. I go to bed at ten. My headache abates for several hours, and I feel much better.
However, the next day I wake up with a renewed headache, but not in the way that I expect. I find it much easier to stay in bed. I spend the day reading, occasionally walking around the neighbourhood, but unable to leave the apartment because I can't get out of bed. Every time I go to a coffee place I think that I could feel my head improving. When I finally eat dinner, I have a hard time finding a spot to sit outside. When I return to bed, I have no energy to read and I feel very lethargic. I go to bed at 10.
I wake up with my headache gone and a new one. I am still unable to get out of bed. It seems like the headache is getting worse the longer I stay in bed. When I eat lunch and take another paracetamol (because it has been half an hour), the headache completely vanishes. It's gone in two days.
I tell no one what has happened. I spend the day walking, talking on the internet, and drinking lots of coffee. I can feel a persistent headache. As the weather changes, my headache becomes even more persistent. When it rains, the headache feels less like being in the wrong position and more like the weather.
This time I am in Toronto.
I wake up and, after three and a half days of being in bed, find that I have the same headache and that it is the same size. I can't get out of bed. I sit outside and drink coffee. I walk home and, unable to see the sun at any time of day, walk around the block at dusk. I stay in bed when it rains.
On the sixth day, I notice that the headache is fading. It's very clear that I need to eat but I am unable to get out of bed. I try to do things like go for a walk, but get discouraged when I cannot find a place to sit outside. After a month, I am able to get out of bed and eat, but I have a headache in the morning and, after six days, I experience the same headache every day.
This time I am in Seattle.
I wake up. I sit outside at night for several minutes and drink a cup of coffee. I walk back to the apartment. I look at the clock. It is eight, the first hour of the day. I cannot sleep. The sun is shining outside. It is one in the afternoon. I look around. I am in the same apartment. I drink coffee and sit outside. I feel a headache forming in the morning. It is my third day of having a headache. It is the same headache I have had since the first day.
I wonder, where is the headache? Where is the sun? What is the weather? What are the days?
Where am I?
This time I am in a new apartment. It is spring. I am standing on a balcony. I have a new headache, the same one, the one I have had every day. It has been a week. I have no memory. I have no idea what year it is. It is raining. It is sunny. I walk around the apartment for about half an hour before walking to a coffee place. I leave coffee. I return home. I sit in the living room. I stand outside the balcony. I drink more coffee. I go to bed.
I wake up. It is six in the morning. I can barely get out of bed. I sit outside, drink coffee, and wait for the sun to come up. I feel a headache. I am not in the wrong position. It is the same headache. It is the same headache I have had for a week. I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast. I can't read. The headache feels like the weather. The weather is bad. It is a bad season. It is raining. It is cloudy. It is cold. I look outside. It is not raining. It is not cloudy. It is clear. It is not cold. It is a nice day. The headache has been gone for one week. It has been a year. I am still having the same headache. It is summer. It is rainy. It is sunny. It is a bad season. It is an exciting season. It is the wrong season. It is the spring. I am in Seattle. I am in my old apartment. I am standing on a balcony, looking at the sun. The sun has already set. I have no memory. I have a headache, the same one. I can barely stand. It is a headache. I have no memory. I have been having a headache for a year. It has been a year. It is a year and a day since I have had a headache. It has been one year. I can barely walk. It is a headache. I have been having a headache since the first day. It is summer. It is raining. I stand outside the window. It is raining. It is summer. It is a headache. It is raining. It is summer. It is my third year. I have no memory. I have been having a headache since the first day. It has been two years.
What has been happening is I've been having the same headache for a year. It has been a year.
I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast. I drink coffee and sit outside. I stand in the street and watch people pass by, and I try to think about what to say. I get into a conversation with a man and he tells me about an argument with his brother. I look outside. It is raining. It is not raining. I sit inside and drink coffee. It is a headache. It is summer. It is a headache.
Every time I awake after having been having this headache for a year, it becomes a headache, the same headache, the one I have been having for the last year. It is a headache. It is summer. It is a headache.
What happens is that I wake up with a headache.
After a week, I have a headache.
After a month, I have a headache.
After six days, I have a headache.
After a year, I have a headache.
After four months, I have a headache.
It is a pain that has been with me for a long time, since it was first recorded. It has been a year. It is a headache.
I wonder where the time has gone.
When I have had the headache a year, I have a headache.
After a year, it is a headache.
The headache is a headache. It is a pain that has been with me for a long time, since it is recorded. It has been a year.
I am in my old apartment. It is June. It is a bad season. It is raining. I am standing in the street. It is rainy. It is a headache.
It is raining. I stand outside. It is the wrong season. It is summer. It is raining. I stand in the street. It is raining. It is a headache.
It has been a year. It is summer. It is raining. It is the wrong season. It is autumn. It is raining. I stand in the street. It is raining. It is August.
It is September.
I am in the same apartment. I am standing outside. It is raining. The weather is bad. It is September. The weather is cloudy. The weather is bad.
It is winter. The weather is bad. The weather is cloudy. It is raining. I am standing in the street. The weather is cloudy. The weather is cloudy. I am standing in the street. It is raining. It is raining hard. I stand in the street. I stand in the street. It is raining. It is winter.
I can hardly see anything. The weather is raining. The weather is cloudy. It is autumn. It is raining. It is raining hard.
It is September. The weather is rainy. It is summer.
It is winter.
It is November. I am standing in the street. I am watching the snow fall. The snow is falling. I am watching the snow fall. The snow is raining.
It is raining. It is cloudy.
