- Original watercolor painting
- No signature on the front
- Story handwritten at the back
- Signed at the back
In an attempt to start working.
It looks for the way to tackle
The exhausting tasks of the day,
First making a plan
And then noticing the feathering of the ink
On the paper of the schedule.
Perhaps was it actually intended for pencil,
Or maybe it is simply poorly manufactured.
Its grain seems quite unfit for ink after observation,
Something that most wouldn’t notice,
Just like the buzzing of electricity running through walls.
Even now, this high-pitched screech comes from everywhere,
The lamp, the power outlets, even the computer,
But no one ever seems to care.
A lot of things here would need a fixing,
And as it is, a cleaning would also be good.
Those walls are covered in drips and stains.
And only after going over all the distractions,
The work can finally start,
Or at least it could
If it wasn’t for the tiredness of so much thinking."