I already told Helene. And not too long ago, I believe I told you.
This time of year, when life is only a matter of surviving the winter cold and darkness, time flies. Faster than ever. As a matter of fact, I can no longer recall what I do; apart from waking up, brushing my teeth, then bushing my teeth again (before going to bed). It is as if I am conscious only twice per day; two seconds in the morning and two seconds in the evening. I look at myself in the mirror. I see a toothbrush in my mouth and that familiar white foam, and I think to myself that there must be more to life than this.
Then I slowly doze off again.