It’s a weary evening after the first working day of the week. The empty evenings feel scary after an all eventful day. Emptiness, sometimes it brings a kind of longing; sometimes just makes me feel awed with magnitude of the yet-not-happened, but never a sense of relief.
This empty evening. What shall I do now? Nothing!
P.S. The above creature is myself, yesterday, on a hair saloon chair, the same empty, looking for a metamorphosis.